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geralt-of-baevia · 7 months ago

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Call It What You Want: Chapter Three

pairing: nooutbreak!joel x f!ofc (Violet Fletcher)

rating: explicit, MDNI 18+

word count: 2.4k

summary: Seeking solace from a painful breakup, Violet relocates to a tranquil town, purchasing a neglected house to renovate. In her new neighborhood, she befriends Harlow, who introduces her to Joel, a gruff and seasoned contractor with a heart of gold. Despite Joel's initial grumpiness, Violet finds herself drawn to his expertise and hidden kindness.

As Violet immerses herself in home renovations alongside Joel, their dynamic begins to shift, with Joel unexpectedly opening himself up to the possibility of love. Their budding relationship faces challenges as shadows from their pasts emerge, testing their newfound connection.

warnings/tags: uhh, i'd say maybe just warnings of injury? that's the biggest one honestly. talks of the age difference, too. And fluff 😉?

a/n: hi guys! i hope y'all liked the first chapter. this chapter is a short one, but don't worry! the next one is much longer and event filled muahahahah.

“So, what do you do?”

Joel looked up at me from the spot on the deck he was working on, sweat dripping from his brow. I crossed my arms over my torso, making sure to stay balanced on the railing where I was sitting.

“What’d’ya mean?” he asked, hammering a nail into a board.

“Like for work. You said you’re a retired carpenter, so what do you do now?” I asked.

Joel stood up straight, wiping his brow on the back of his forearm.

“I’m a school bus driver.”

“Are you a grumpy bus driver or a nice one? Do the little kids love being on your bus route? Or do you always yell at them to sit down and be quiet?” I asked.

“I’d like to think I’m a nice bus driver. I’ve only ever made one kid cry, so I think that’s a good track record.”

I raised my eyebrows mockingly. “Only one?”

“I swear to god, cross my heart and hope to die,” he said, crossing his chest with his finger.

“So that’s why you’re not working right now, huh? You get summers off.”

“Yep. It’s a pretty good deal. I like havin’ summers off. I get to do whatever I want-”

“Like sweating your ass off in the heat fixing bad wood in a deck?” I asked, cutting him off.

“I’d rather do it in weather like this than the pouring rain. That’s a fuckin’ pain in the ass,” he stated. I shrugged.

“That’s fair I guess.” I lifted my arms up to stretch and was hit with the unfortunate smell - of myself. I must have made a face as I threw my arms back down because Joel let out a chortle.

“Can’t stand your own stink? That’s pretty bad,” he jeered. I rolled my eyes.

“I can’t help it! It’s hotter than Satan’s ass crack right now, and the house does not get cool enough. Now was not the time to find out the air conditioning is shotty,” I said in a huff.

“Oh don’t worry too much about it. I’ll bring you over an air conditioning unit for your bedroom that we’ll use as a temporary solution until I can get things to fix the A/C,” he said. Joel picked up another board and a few nails before nailing into place next to the last one he had finished.

“But, with that said, I think I’m going to go take a cold shower. It’ll cool me down and I can wash the coating of sweat I have on me off,” I said, hoping down from the railing.

“Well, this shouldn’t take much longer, maybe 30 mins. Are you sure you can’t wait that long? Then I can go up and install the new curtain. What you have going on up there still scares me,” he said, not looking up from his hammering.

“Joel, I’ve had it like that for three months, it’s fine. And if I wait any longer my stench might knock me out,” I laughed. He looked up at me and rolled his eyes.

“Oh whatever, I’ll be fine,” I said with a fake scoff, heading inside.

I was hit with warm, stagnant air. Even though it was hot outside, at least the air was fresh. I went around downstairs and opened a few windows on both sides of the house to get airflow going before going upstairs. After getting the shower started, I opened the window and went in and opened my bedroom window as well. As I walked back to the bathroom I could already tell the difference.

Once I was in the shower I immediately grabbed my bar of soap and washcloth and began scrubbing my body down, especially my armpits. I could hear Joel hammering outside, it echoing through the open window.

A school bus driver. Not what I would expect from him, but at the same time it suited him very well.

I set down my bar of soap on its holder and the wash cloth along with it before moving onto washing my hair. As I picked up my bottle of shampoo, I accidentally knocked down my bar of soap.

“Shit,” I mumbled to myself, puting the conditioner back down. I went to step to the side to be able to reach down and grab the rogue soap, but I stepped on it instead.

It all happened so quickly. My foot came out from under me and knocked me off balance. I hit my shoulder against the shower wall as I fell. A sharp, stabbing pain struck me. Instictually I tried to grab for something with my non-injured arm. The only thing to hold onto though was the shower curtain.

I grabbed onto it with a slippery hand and pulled it down with the force of my fall, ripping one of the bolts hold it up out of the ceiling. As I landed painfully into the tub, slipping down towards the drain, the bar once holding up the curtain hit me on the forhead. A searing pain masked my face.

All I could do for a minute was sit there, my arm throbbing and my vision tunneling a little. I looked down into the drain and saw the water stained pink, meaning my forehead injury wasn’t merely a bruise, but a cut.

Once I broke through the haze of shock, I started shouting.

“Joel!” I yelled, thanking the heavens I had opened the windows.

Nothing.

“Joel!”

Nothing, again.

“JOEL! I fell and need help-”

Before I could finish my sentence, Joel practically burst through the bathroom door out of breath.

“Violet, what the hell happened?” he asked. He started to take a few steps towards me then stopped, his eyes widening. I knew it had just sunk in that I was bleeding and naked in the tub, the water still going and hitting me in the chest.

“Um, I fell on my soap and hit my arm and now it really hurts and I think the blood is coming from my head,” I told him, trying hard to not let the tears welling in my eyes to blink over. I grabbed the shower curtain and covered myself as best I could.

“Can you please come turn the water off?”

He nodded and came over and turned the knob, the water ceasing with a loud squeak.

“Okay, first here.” I watched as he searched through the cabinet until he found a washcloth. He returned to the tub and placed it in my hand before taking it and leading it up to my forehead. “Put pressure here. We don’t want you bleeding too much.”

“Joel, what about my arm. I don’t feel like I can move,” I said in a whine.

“Not at all?”

I shook my head.

“I have an idea, hold on.”

I laid my head back against the cool porcelain of the tub and closed my eyes, it helping the throbbing that was starting in my head. When I opened my eyes again Joel was standing over me with a towel in his hands. I closed my eyes again, my eyelids feeling too heavy to hold open.

“Okay, I’m going to lay this over you and then scoop you up,” he stated. I nodded, not opening my eyes. “Violet, Vi - you have to keep your eyes open.”

I felt one of his hands grab my face, shaking it gently. My eyes opened slowly. I was surprisingly comforted by his face being so close to mine, his deep brown eyes locking with mine. “You gotta keep your eyes open and stay awake, okay?” I nodded.

Through my haze of pain I saw Joel open the towel and lay it over me. He pulled out the shower curtain from between me and the towel, throwing it to the side.

“Alright, you’ll need to put your good arm around my neck,” he started, leaning down to get closer to me. I felt him move my arm, and with a grunt I was being raised up by strong arms. My body immediately melted against him, his warm chest feeling comforting.

“Which room is yours?” he asked.

“Two doors to the right,” I told him. We started moving again, and before I knew it I was being laid down gently on my bed.

“Alright, what clothes should I grab out for you?”

“What are we going to do Joel?”

He chuckled. “We’re taking you to the hospital, Violet. You have a gash on your forehead and you more than likely dislocated your shoulder.”

“So that’s why I can’t move it and it hurts like a motherfucker?” I asked before adding, “Just pick something out for me to wear, shorts and a shirt. I don’t care.”

He went over to my dresser and started looking for the items I asked for. “Yes that would be why. Once I was camping with my brother Tommy, and I dislocated my shoulder falling during a hike. Tommy popped it back in for me. It was some of the worst pain I’ve been in, but it made it feel better instantly,” he said, coming back over to me.

“That’s so comforting,” I jeered, “now help me get dressed.”

Joel hesitated momentarily but then began helping me get my clothes on. He was patient and helpful, in a way that made me wonder if he was a dad before, or maybe even an Uncle. Once we got to putting on my shirt, we both stopped, not sure how to go about putting my shirt on.

“Here, hold on, maybe this will work,” he mumbled. As he tried to gently put the shirt on over my arm, I clutched the towel to my chest, not wanting anything to slip.

Somehow we got my shirt on, but now my shoulder hurt more.

“Joel? Are you able to put my hair up in a scrunchie for me?” I asked, pointing to my bedside table. Joel nodded and went over and grabbed one of the scrunchies that laid on top of the table.

To my surprise, Joel put my hair up with ease. I relaxed a little as his hands skillfully ran his fingers through my hair and pulled it back.

“Alright, I’m going to go shut all of the windows, and then we’ll get you downstairs and into my truck,” he said with a nod before disappearing out into the hallway.

While he was away doing that, I got to my feet to put on some slippers. I hobbled across the room to my dresser and slid on my shoes. Joel was taking what seemed too long for me, so I ventured out into the hallway to see where he was. When I got to the top of the stairs, I looked down and saw Joel beginning to come upd.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said, rushing up the stairs to me, “lets take you down gently and with my help, we don’t need you falling down the stairs, too.”

He moved to the side with my good arm and wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me firm and still as we walked down the stairs. Joel took them at my pace, letting me walk down them one by one when I was ready until we got to the bottom of the stairs.

I told Joel where my wallet was, and after he grabbed it and my keys by the door we headed out to the hospital. He had an old beat up truck and I was thankful for the bench seat in it, allowing me to curl up after Joel put my seatbelt on over me.

When we got to the hospital, Joel parked by the entrance of the emergency room. He rushed into the building, returning momentarily with a wheelchair. Joel brought it over to my side of the truck, opened the door, and helped me sit in it.

Once we were in the hospital, Joel helped me check in at the front desk and we were told to wait in the waiting room. Before we left the counter, the nurse handed Joel a clipboard and a pen.

Joel wheeled me over to the corner of the large waiting room and parked me next the empty seat he took a seat in.

“Alright, so you haven’t been here before so they want you to fill out this form. And something tells me you’re not left handed…”

I giggled. “No, I’m right handed. Will you fill it out for me?”

“Sure. Alright, first one: full name.”

“Violet Christine Fletcher.”

“Date of birth?”

“August 23rd, 1992.”

He paused for a moment to do the mental math. “You’re 30?”

“Yes, I’m 30. How old did you think I was?” I asked.

“I thought you were closer to 25,” he responded, signs of relief playing over his face. I rolled my eyes playfully.

“People have thought I was younger my whole life. I guess as I get older that’ll be a good thing,” I said. “How old are you?”

“My birthday is September 26th, 1967,” he stated, mumbling out the year of his birth. I giggled.

“That’s why you’re retired, you’re over 55,” I said with a cheeky grin. He looked over at me and gave me a worried look, genuine panic on his face.

“So… how do you feel about me being 56?” he asked, his voice cautious. My heart began to pound in my chest, almost making me forget about the pain in my arm.

“I don’t have any feelings about it,” I told him sincerely. His face softened, his eyes crinkingly as he smiled.

We filled out the rest of my admission paper, and then we got down to the ‘emergency contact’ section.

“Who would you like me to put?” he asked, tapping at the section with the pen.

“Oh, um, honestly I’m not sure. I could put Harlow because she’s across the street, I could always text her-”

“I’ll just put me, it’s no big deal,” he said. He filled out the information needed and under ‘relationship to patient’ he wrote down ��friend.’

“Aww, I’m your friend?” I jabbed. He shook his head with a smirk.

“I’m going to go take this to the front desk. Don’t go anywhere, okay?” he joked, giving me a playful wink as he got up.

Getting my shoulder put back into place was one of the most painful things I had ever had happen to me. I gripped Joel’s arm so tightly that I left nail marks on his skin. The doctor put my arm into a sling, telling me that I needed to keep it on for at least three days, icing it off and on. The gash on my head got five stitches and a large bandage over it.

I only got bits and pieces of the information he was giving me. The pain meds they had given me had fully kicked in by that point. I was thankful that Joel was being attentive and taking note of everything.

After a few hours I was discharged with a prescription for antibiotics and pain meds. I was going to bring up to Joel that I was going to ask Harlow if I could stay with her while I was in my sling, but Joel beat me.

“I know we don’t know each other super well, but would you want to stay at my place while you were in your sling? At least tonight while you’re hopped up on pain meds,” he said with a smirk, “I only offer because Harlow will just be at work all day and not be able to help you.”

My chest began to rise and fall quickly, my heart pounding now in my chest even while drugged. Through my medicated fog I looked over at him in the truck and smiled a dopey grin at him.

“That would be lovely, Joel,” I slurred, “you’re so nice to me. And handsome.”

“You think I’m handsome?” he asked.

I nodded, my eyes closing without my consent.

“You’re what they call a silver fox.”

He chuckled. “Well, thank you, Violet.”

I started to doze off before I could respond again, leaving Joel sitting with the knowledge that I found him attractive.

Before I completely fell asleep, I heard Joel say softly, “And I think that you’re beautiful.”

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the-most-faithful · 9 months ago

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Harry led them all into the kitchen where, amid laughter and chatter, they sat down, perched on Aunt Petunia's polished counters or leaned on her immaculate appliances: Ron, long and lanky; Hermione, her bushy hair tied in a long braid; Fred and George, with two identical smiles; Bill, long hair and ugly scars; Mr. Weasley, kind, with incipient baldness and slightly crooked glasses; Evil Eye, wasted, lame, the bright blue magic eye rolling in its socket; Tonks, short hair his favorite pink; Lupin, greyer, more marked; Fleur, slim and beautiful, her long silvery blonde hair; Kingsley, bald, black, broad shoulders; Hagrid, unkempt hair and beard, all hunchbacked so as not to hit his head on the ceiling, and Mundungus Fletcher, small, dirty and depressed, with his droopy basset hound eyes and matted hair. Harry's heart expanded at the sight: he felt that he loved everyone incredibly well, including Mundungus, who he had tried to strangle the last time they met. "Kingsley, I thought you were surveilling the Muggle Prime Minister" he shouted across the room.

"You are more important" Kingsley replied.

“Harry, guess what?” Tonks exclaimed from above the washing machine, waving her left hand at him: a ring glittered on her ring finger.

“Did you get married?” Harry howled, looking from her to Lupin. «I'm sorry you couldn't come, Harry, it was a very intimate thing”

“But it's splendid, congrats…”

“Okay, okay, we will have time later to exchange the latest news” Moody roared above the chatter, and the kitchen fell silent. Moody dropped the bags and turned to Harry. “As Dedalus probably told you, we had to abandon plan A. Pius Thicknesse has gone over to the other side, which poses a big problem for us. He has made it punishable by prison to connect to this house via Floo, place a Portkey on it, or Apparate to it, arriving or departing. All in the name of your protection, to prevent You-Know-Who from reaching you. Perfectly useless, since your mother's spell already protects you. In fact, she prevents you from getting out of here safely. Second problem: you are a minor, which means you still have the Trace on you” "I don’t…"

“The Trace, the Trace!” Mad-Eye exclaimed impatiently. “The spell that intercepts the magical activity of those under seventeen, the Ministry's means of discovering the magical practices of minors! If you, or anyone around you, casts a spell to get you out of here, Thicknesse will know, and so will the Death Eaters. We cannot wait for the Trace to fade, for the moment you turn seventeen you will lose all of your mother's protection. In short: Pius Thicknesse believes he has set you up."

Harry could only agree with the unknown Thicknesse. "So what do we do, what did Snape say?"

“We will use the means of transport that we have left, the only ones that the Trace cannot detect, because we don't need spells to use them: brooms, Thestrals and Hagrid's motorbike.”

Harry saw flaws in the plan; but he held back to give Mad-Eye a chance to say them. “Now, your mother's protection will only be broken under two circumstances: when you have your birthday, or” and Moody pointed to the spotless kitchen “when this place is no longer your home. You and your uncles are taking different paths tonight, and you are aware that you will never live together again, right?”

Harry nodded.

“We decided to break it early, because the alternative is waiting for You-Know-Who to come get you the moment you turn seventeen. The only advantage we have is that You-Know-Who doesn't know we're moving you tonight. We leaked a false lead to the Ministry: they are convinced that you will stay here until the thirtieth. But we're dealing with You-Know-Who, so we can't count on him getting the date wrong; he must have had a couple of Death Eaters patrolling the skies in this area, just to be on the safe side. So we gave every possible protection to a dozen different houses. They could all be your designated hideout, each has some connection to the Order: mine, Kingsley's, Molly's aunt Muriel's... clear, right?”

"Yes" Harry replied, not entirely truthfully, because he still saw a hole in the plan. “You're going to Tonks' parents. Once you are within the confines of the protective enchantments we have placed on their home, you will be able to use a Portkey to the Lair. Requests?"

“Er… yes” said Harry. "They may not immediately find out which of the twelve safe houses I'm headed for, but it won't be obvious as soon as" and he did a quick mental count "fourteen of us head towards the parents of Tonks?”

“Ah” said Moody, “I forgot the main point. There won't be fourteen of us flying to Tonks' parents. There will be seven Harry Potters flying tonight, each with a companion, and each pair will be headed to a different safe house." Moody pulled a flask filled with mud-like liquid from his cloak. He didn't have to say anything else; Harry jumped at the rest of the plan.

"No!" he shouted, and his voice boomed through the kitchen. "Don't talk about it!"

"I told him you'd react like that" Hermione commented, with some satisfaction. “If you believe that I will allow six people to risk their lives…!”

"...as if it were the first time" Ron observed.

“This time it's different, pretending to be me… Snape couldn't have said something like that, he knows I wouldn't agree”

"Well, we're not happy, Harry" said Fred. "Imagine if something goes wrong and we're forever boneheaded idiots."

Harry didn't smile. “You can't do it if I don't collaborate, I have to give you some hair”

"Well, it won't matter then" said George. “It's clear that we will never be able to get some of your hair if you don't cooperate”

"Of course, thirteen against someone who can't use magic, we have no chance" Fred interjected.

"Funny" Harry commented. “Really funny”

"If we have to use force, we will" Moody growled. His magical eye quivered in its socket as he scowled at Harry. "We're all adults here, Potter, and ready to take the risk." Mundungus shrugged and grimaced; Moody's magical eye turned to the side to look at him sternly. “Enough discussion. Time passes. I want some hair, boy. Now"

“But it's crazy, there's no point…”

"It's no use!" Moody barked. “With You-Know-Who out there and half the Ministry on his side? Potter, if we're lucky he'll have taken the bait and be planning to surprise you on the thirtieth, but he'd be mad if he didn't have a couple of Death Eaters on guard, I do. Maybe they can't get to you or this house as long as your mother's spell holds, but is about to break, and they know more or less where you are. Our only hope is to use bait. Not even You-Know-Who can divide into sects"

Harry caught Hermione's eye and quickly looked away.

"So, Potter… some hair, please." Harry looked at Ron, who made a face at him as if to say just do it.

"Now!" Moody ordered. With everyone's eyes on him, Harry grabbed a lock of hair at the top of his head and pulled.

"Good" Moody said, and limped over, uncorking the potion flask. “Put them here, please”

Harry let his hair fall into the slimy liquid. As soon as they touched the surface, the Potion began to foam and smoke, then suddenly it became clear and bright as gold.

"Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry" Hermione commented before noticing Ron's furrowed eyebrows. She blushed and added, "Well, you know what I mean… Goyle's Potion looked like snot."

"Well, fake Potters all line up, please" Moody commanded. Ron, Hermione, Fred, George and Fleur lined up in front of Aunt Petunia's shining sink. "One missing," observed Lupin. "There he is" muttered Hagrid. He lifted Mundungus by the scruff of the neck and deposited him next to Fleur, who ostentatiously wrinkled her nose and moved between Fred and George.

"I told you I'd rather be a watchman," muttered Mundungus.

"Shut up" Moody growled. “As I told you, you spineless worm, any Death Eater we encounter will want to capture Potter, not kill him. Dumbledore always said that You-Know-Who wanted to finish Potter himself. It's the Guardians who have to worry, the Death Eaters will be happy to kill them." Mundungus didn't seem particularly reassured, but Moody was already removing half a dozen eggcup-sized glasses from his cloak, which he distributed before pouring a small dose of Polyjuice Potion into each. “All together, then…”

Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Fleur and Mundungus drank. Everyone gasped and grimaced as the Potion hit their throats: immediately their features began to bubble and distort like hot wax. Hermione and Mundungus grew up; Ron, Fred and George shrunk; their hair darkened, Hermione and Fleur's hair retracted into their skulls. Moody, calmly, bent down to loosen the ties of the large bags he had brought with him; when he stood up, there were six Harry Potters panting in front of him. Fred and George looked at each other and said in unison: “Hey... we're identical!» "I don't know, but I always seem to be more handsome than you," observed Fred, looking at himself in the mirror in the kettle.

“Bah” said Fleur, looking at herself in the microwave door “Bill, don't look at me, you scary thing”

"For those whose clothes are too big, here are some smaller ones" said Moody, pointing to the first bag. "and viceversa. Don't forget your glasses, there are six pairs in the outside pocket. And when you are dressed, your luggage is in the other bag"

The real Harry thought it was probably the most bizarre thing he had ever seen, and he had seen a lot. He watched his six doubles rummage through the bags, take out their clothes, put on their glasses, put away their things. He would have liked to ask them to show a little more respect for his intimacy when they all stripped shamelessly, clearly much more casual in showing off his body than if it had been theirs.

"I knew Ginny was lying about that tattoo" said Ron, looking at his bare chest.

"Harry, you're practically blind" Hermione commented, putting on her glasses. Once dressed, the fake Harrys took backpacks and cages from the second sack: each contained a stuffed snowy owl. "Good" said Moody, when he finally had seven dressed, bespectacled, caparisoned Harrys in front of him. “Here are the couples: Mundungus will travel with me, on a broom…"

“Why me with you?” grunted the Harry closest to the back door.

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mcflythrills78 · 8 months ago

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fuckyeahfavouritethings:

THE McFLY BOYS ARE BACK, BUT A LOT’S CHANGED IN THE LAST FEW YEARS. THREE OF THE LADS ARE SETTLED DOWN BUT FANS NEEDN’T DESPAIR – DOUGIE IS LOOKING FOR LOVE..

On growing up, love and getting ready to pop the question..

McFly might have been teenagers when they burst into the spotlight back in 2003, but make no mistake – they’re all man now! Each in their 20s with great bodies and designer stubble, the foursome – Dougie Poynter, Harry Judd, Tom Fletcher and Danny Jones – have put their teeny-bopper image behind them.

“Oh yeah, we’re definitely feeling a little grown up,” laughs the band’s frontman Tom, 25. “I was looking over old pictures recently and it’s only now we realise how young we were when we started. It’s flown by.”

The most settled of the group, Tom says he’ll be ready to propose to girlfriend of seven years Giovanna Falcone before long. “I think I’ll have to!” he says. “I think she’ll leave me if I don’t. I’m 26 soon so I think we’re getting to the right age.”

But relax ladies, the other guys aren’t quite there yet. Drummer Harry and Danny, 25, have steady girlfriends but have no plans to wed for now.

“Not yet,” smiles Harry, 26, who lives with girlfriend Izzy Johnston, who plays the violin in Britain’s Got Talent string quartet Escala. “She’s beautiful and talented, and I definitely want to get married one day.”

And while guitarist Danny also lives with his girlfriend, former Miss England Georgia Horsley, he says it’ll be a while yet.

“When we first met she thought I was a d******* popstar, which I suppose I am!” he laughs. “And I had been out with a Miss England before so I thought it might be a bit random to go out with two – it wasn’t planned, obviously!

“It’s all good now though and it’s serious. But I don’t think I’m quite at the putting-a-ring-on-her finger stage. Maybe in a couple of years.”

Now that he’s so settled, does charmer Danny miss making the most of all the female attention?

“Well, I have no regrets, put it like that!” he laughs.

“It was totally awesome. I made the most of it, but why wouldn’t I?

“Girls still ask me out and I’m like ‘No, I’ve got a girlfriend’.

“I’ve done my bit for the boys and it was great while it lasted, but I’m well and truly over that now.”

On heartache, footballers and moving on..

While the other lads are loved-up and settled, 23-year-old Dougie is still struggling to get over a broken heart. His ex-girlfriend and star of The Saturdays, Frankie Sandford, 22, ended their relationship in November for the second time in less than a year, and the split is still taking its toll on bassist Dougie.

“It’s c**p, but what makes it worse is getting constant reminders,” he says. “When it’s a regular person it’s bad enough because you hear their name once in a while, or your mutual friends see them. But I see her bloody everywhere! In magazines, on the TV, on the radio. It’s horrible! It’s worse when you’re a bit hungover though, which I am today, that really sucks. You just feel a bit tired and extra miserable, don’t you?”

Seeing her pictured on the arm of Manchester City star Wayne Bridge can’t have helped. “Oh yes, seeing her arm in arm with a footballer is amazing!” laughs Dougie. “I just love that, it’s ace. I don’t know if she’ll regret all this, we’re not in touch anymore so who knows? What she does is up to her. But one thing I do know is that we’ll never, ever get back together.”

Don’t get too excited though girls, Dougie’s not quite ready to run into the arms of another woman. “Not at the moment,” he laughs. “I’m taking a few months out! I think I need a dog to make me feel better.

“I’ll get my dog, and I’ll be OK.”

On good mates, bust ups, and why Harry’s at the centre of every argument..

As Dougie leans on his three best mates to help him through his heartache, even moving in with Tom and his girlfriend temporarily, the lads are open about the fact they’re more like brothers than friends.

“I’m the least sociable person ever,” laughs Tom. “I’m just a bit awkward, but people think I’m rude. Obviously I’ve got three best mates in the guys, but they’re it for me really.”

What happens when they fall out? “Well Harry seems to start them all.” laughs Danny. “I think we’ve all punched him. I hit him after he put a cigarette out in my beer. I just swung for him and called him an idiot. He smacked me back, but we were fine an hour later.”

“Yeah I punched Harry too.” says Dougie. “I was trying to stop smoking so I was quite agitated. Then he kept winding me up and trying to get me to smoke. I only clipped him really – it could have been harder!”

Surely Harry won’t take this lying down? “Oh really? Did Dougie happen to mention that he cried after he punched me? Because he did. He rang me and cried because he felt so bad. It was a pathetic punch anyway, he’s not that hard. OK, maybe I do wind them up, especially Dougie. But he’s so easy to annoy!”

On pizzas, diets and the pressure to look good..

Men in the music industry tend to get an easier time of it than women when it comes to the pressure to look good. But when, like McFly, they’ve got thousands of screaming girls begging them to take their tops off at every gig they play, a certain amount is inevitable.

Lead singer Tom felt it so much he virtually starved himself for a year to slim down to a size he felt happy at. “At my heaviest I was about 13st 7lbs,” he says.

“When we moved into the band house at the beginning of it all I literally ate crap for two years. Pizzas every night, and not normal pizza – massive, disgusting, cheesy pizzas. I’m not exaggerating. Pizza at night and a fry up every morning with a can of Coke. No wonder I was a bit fat!”

So in a typical young man’s approach, when he thought things had gone too far, Tom simply stopped eating. “That was my amazing diet plan,” he laughs.

“I just didn’t eat anything. I’d have coffee for breakfast then maybe a muffin in the afternoon. That was it. It was a dramatic, rubbish man’s diet! Luckily once I’d lost about three stone I realised it was stupid and started eating again.”

Tom says the pressure to lose weight came from himself. “I hated seeing myself on TV,” he recalls.“I was in the band with these skinny b*****s who could eat whatever they wanted and not put on any weight. I was the fat one, and I just didn’t want to be the fat one anymore. That’s it.”

On their maddest fans..

One of the best bits about being in a boyband must be the adoring fans, right? “There are some mad ones,” says Harry. “But we prefer the word passionate.” So who’s been the most ‘passionate’ then? Danny says: “Some come up and ask you to sign their arm and come back the next time to show you they tattooed your autograph on to their skin! It’s bizarre – and I have a rubbish autograph.” But surprisingly, they haven’t been the worst.

“The weirdest one was this guy who gave me a massive hug when we got off the bus one time,” laughs Danny. “He totally grabbed my sides and squeezed really tight. I thought OK, bit weird, but fine. Then as we headed off, waving goodbye to everyone, we noticed as he stood waving with a big grin on his face he had the biggest erection ever sticking out of his tracky bottoms. We just screamed ‘Nooooooo!!’ It was so awful.”

On disappearing, growing gills and being Cheryl Cole’s chair..

So to go with the theme of our superhero-inspired shoot, what superpower would the guys like to have? “Oh that’s interesting,” laughs Danny. “I would be able to change into anything. Like Ashley Cole. Oh no, he’s not with Cheryl anymore is he? OK, I’d be able to change into whoever is going out with Cheryl Cole at any point in time. No, I’d be Cheryl Cole’s chair on X Factor! Or maybe her hairbrush?”

Has anyone got anything less pervy? “The ability to see everyone naked,” grins Dougie. Maybe not. “Oh God, then you’d see loads of ugly people naked! No I want to change my mind. I’d like gills please. I’m not a massive swimming fan, but I’d probably like it better if I had gills.” Random, but OK. Can Harry do any better? “I’d be invisible, so I could spy on people,” he says. “I’d walk into the Arsenal dressing room or the England rugby team changing room to hear what they talk about before a game. That would be wicked.”

Tom is bound to have a sensible answer. “I’d be able to travel through time,” he says.

“I’d go see the dinosaurs and maybe visit important moments in history. I wouldn’t change anything in our career though, just in case it messed everything up. Because even the stuff that went wrong has meant we’ve ended up here, in a very good place.” That’s more like it Tom!

fuckyeahfavouritethings:

THE McFLY BOYS ARE BACK, BUT A LOT’S CHANGED IN THE LAST FEW YEARS. THREE OF THE LADS ARE SETTLED DOWN BUT FANS NEEDN’T DESPAIR – DOUGIE IS LOOKING FOR LOVE..

On growing up, love and getting ready to pop the question..

But relax ladies, the other guys aren’t quite there yet. Drummer Harry and Danny, 25, have steady girlfriends but have no plans to wed for now.

And while guitarist Danny also lives with his girlfriend, former Miss England Georgia Horsley, he says it’ll be a while yet.

“It’s all good now though and it’s serious. But I don’t think I’m quite at the putting-a-ring-on-her finger stage. Maybe in a couple of years.”

Now that he’s so settled, does charmer Danny miss making the most of all the female attention?

“Well, I have no regrets, put it like that!” he laughs.

“It was totally awesome. I made the most of it, but why wouldn’t I?

“Girls still ask me out and I’m like ‘No, I’ve got a girlfriend’.

“I’ve done my bit for the boys and it was great while it lasted, but I’m well and truly over that now.”

On heartache, footballers and moving on..

“I’ll get my dog, and I’ll be OK.”

On good mates, bust ups, and why Harry’s at the centre of every argument..

“I’m the least sociable person ever,” laughs Tom. “I’m just a bit awkward, but people think I’m rude. Obviously I’ve got three best mates in the guys, but they’re it for me really.”

On pizzas, diets and the pressure to look good..

Lead singer Tom felt it so much he virtually starved himself for a year to slim down to a size he felt happy at. “At my heaviest I was about 13st 7lbs,” he says.

So in a typical young man’s approach, when he thought things had gone too far, Tom simply stopped eating. “That was my amazing diet plan,” he laughs.

On their maddest fans..

On disappearing, growing gills and being Cheryl Cole’s chair..

Tom is bound to have a sensible answer. “I’d be able to travel through time,” he says.

I am so in love with these four boys it's not even funny......

#mcfly

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jikookiekosmos · 3 years ago

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Wrong Number || jjk

➥Pairing: ex-boyfriend!jungkook/reader

➥Summary: After some time apart, you start to realize that letting Jungkook go might’ve been the biggest mistake of your life.

➥Genre: angst

➥Rating: 17+

➥Words: ~2.8k

➥Content Warnings: pretty much it’s just all angst, mutual pining?, there is not a happy ending, it’s not really graphic or in depth just mentions of heartbreak, some tears are shed, reader made the worst a bad decision, jungkook is a sweetheart and deserves the world

A/N: what can I say except I’m sorry. This idea is brought to you by Fletcher’s If I Hated You. I had this idea and just needed to write it out (sorry to all my current WIPs, oops). I hope you like it still, and thank you for reading if you do~

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You wished you hated Jungkook. It would make everything so much easier on you if you did.

If you hated him, the nights wouldn’t seem so long, or so empty. The dull ache in your chest wouldn’t hit as hard whenever you pictured his face.

But you didn’t hate him. You never could.

A quick glance at your phone let you know it was almost time to head to work. It was getting more difficult each morning to find the motivation to go.

Which really sucked because this was your dream job, something you’d left everything behind for.

Family, friends, the stability and familiarity of the place you grew up-

-and the love of your life.

With a heavy sigh you sat up, preparing to leave the comfort of your bed. You swallowed back the lump in your throat as your eyes drifted to the opposite side, sheets only slightly rumpled from your tossing and turning during the night.

There wasn’t a sleepy, smiley boy there to greet you and send you off with a kiss. No raven-colored locks framing the face of the one who’d loved you with everything he had.

There was only a pillow, which had long been undisturbed and would likely stay that way.

You had to summon all your strength to go in that day, trekking through the drizzle and cold atmosphere with your head down like you did most mornings. The sounds of the busy streets used to be a welcome change, but they now were only a mild distraction from your own thoughts.

Your office you’d once been so proud of seemed suffocating in comparison to when you first started. Stacks of articles were piled up on your desk, disorganized and in dire need of sorting through. You figured it was only a matter of time before you were reprimanded or maybe even fired for falling behind on your workload.

Journalism used to fuel the fire within you. All you’d wanted to do since you were young was become a well-respected journalist and live in a big city, surrounded by those you loved and cared for.

You’d ticked off those first two boxes, but you had to sacrifice the third to do so.

At first, everything was fine. Sure, you missed home on occasion, but you were living it up and thriving on your newfound freedom. You made a few friends, had a casual fling or two. You were doing anything and everything to keep your mind preoccupied while feigning ignorance that you were happy.

And then, nearly 6 months later, that assignment was being slid across your desk.

“I need you to write a piece on this up-and-coming artist,” your boss had informed you as he placed the file in front of you. “He’s been making headlines in a few other places now, so it’d be good for us to get a big scoop on him first.”

You had your phone to your ear and gave him a half-hearted nod, trying to divide your attention in multiple ways and failing. Lately something seemed off, and you couldn’t put your finger on it-

-until you opened the folder and saw the picture clipped to the top.

You dropped your phone and your hands trembled. You couldn’t see the face of your subject, but you’d know that silhouette anywhere.

In the photo, Jungkook was playing his guitar that you knew was his favorite. His hair was covering most of his face, but you could make out the barest of features, the most prominent being his lips that were parted. He’d let his hair grow considerably longer than the last time you’d seen him, and you noticed there were more than a few new tattoos that now snaked around his arm.

How many nights had you spent together in bed, wrapped up with him while you traced the pretty ink that covered his skin? How many times had he lulled you to sleep with his beautiful voice while you were nestled in the safety of his arms?

How many nights had you laid awake since then regretting your choice to leave in the first place?

You had to cover your mouth to stifle the sob that nearly escaped. Blinking rapidly didn’t make the photo go away, and it was made even worse when you read the summary of information written to the side:

Jeon Jungkook, age 25, lead singer and guitarist for new band rising in popularity.

You walked to your boss’ office in what seemed like a trance, gripping the file tightly. When you told him you couldn’t do the story, he barked out a laugh and tried to wave you off. He thought you were joking; you practically chomped at the bit to write about every story you could get your hands on.

And when you couldn’t come up with a good enough reason to turn it down – for some reason “I can’t write about my ex I’m still in love with” didn’t seem like it’d go over too well – you conceded defeat.

The irony of the situation wasn’t lost on you, either, that the song that was being most well-received during their hype was the one he wrote for you years prior.

You never got to hear it live with the band, only with Jungkook and his guitar. Somehow hearing it live during all the videos you found on the internet in your search for info still hurt less than the memory of him singing it to you that first time.

Over the next few weeks, you silently gathered information, moving slower than your boss liked, you were sure. You thought that maybe the only reason he hadn’t given you hell yet about all the other work piling up was because he was determined that this scoop would be the next big break for the company.

This morning when you went into work, however, he finally put his foot down.

“You need to reach out to him, his bandmates, security, I don’t know, just someone. The longer we go without getting the info we need, the closer this gets to becoming someone else’s headline.”

He then gave you a strict deadline to make the call that evening before you went home.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, and it wasn’t until you’d stayed an hour after everyone left that you picked up the phone.

You thought about making the call personally – but you knew Jungkook still had your number. That is, unless he deleted it after you ignored the countless phone calls and texts he’d sent you after you left.

You didn’t want to make this phone call about anything other than business, but you could feel the heartache spreading throughout your chest and settling there like a stone as you scrolled through your contact list.

With a deep breath, you picked up your work phone and dialed his number. It rang three times before you heard the click indicating someone had answered.

“Hello?”

You had to compose yourself because hearing his voice for the first time in months was almost too much for you to bear.

The last time you heard him was during his tearful voicemail where he told you goodbye for the final time, giving up on you because you’d clearly given up on him.

And you hated that more and more each day.

Your brained kicked into gear a second later as you cleared your throat. He sounded confused so you needed to move fast before he hung up.

“Mr. Jeon?”

A few seconds of silence.

“Yes? May I ask who’s calling?”

“Of course, sorry, my name is- well I’m a journalist and I’d be interested in hearing more about your story, if you’d let me.”

“Story? What story?”

“Oh, well, uh – your band’s recent success.

“Oh.” A soft chuckle echoed through the receiver, and you felt a tear slide down your cheek. Your grip on your phone tightened.

“Uh, yeah, sure. What do you – what info can I give you?”

He still sounded confused, and you honestly couldn’t blame him.

“Is there some time we could meet? Or do I need to go through like your band manager or-”

“Wait.”

He gently interrupted you, his voice quieter than before. You gulped as you waited, knuckles taut around your phone.

“…Y/N, is that you?”

All of your breath suddenly escaped you, and you had to brace yourself against your desk with your unoccupied hand.

“Y/N?” He repeated when you hadn’t answered, and you let out a shaky sigh at hearing him say your name once more.

If only he hadn’t said it in such a way that was filled with pain.

“I, uh-” There was no way you could talk your way out of this, that much you were sure of.

“Y/N, please. Talk to me.” He sounded strained on the other end, and it caused the ache in your chest to blossom even further.

“I’m sorry, I – I shouldn’t have called-”

“No, wait-” He sounded almost panicked now. You squeezed your eyes shut and clenched your jaw.

You couldn’t do this. Not just the story, you couldn’t do this. You couldn’t stand here and talk to the man you loved more than anything knowing you’d ripped his heart out and left him guessing what went wrong.

You had to leave.

That was what you were best at anyway, right? Why change now?

Almost as if he could sense what you were thinking, Jungkook spoke again. You’d never heard him sound more pitiful.

“Please,” he croaked. “Please don’t leave, please-”

“I’m sorry, Kook,” you whispered back, hanging up the phone without another word.

You had to lean both hands on your desk now for fear of falling over. You felt physically ill, head spinning with way too many memories.

Jungkook gave up music for you. Not entirely, but he held himself back. He’d shown promise as a musician long before now – before the two of you got together, even.

But he gave it up for you. Playing small gigs here and there just for fun was fine for a while, until someone noticed him and wanted to cut him a deal. When he told you that night, you were ecstatic for him, even if you were scared.

He was scared, too. He knew that, if he made it big, there would be periods of times he couldn’t see you, and that they may last a while. Your life was here, and he’d never ask you to leave that behind.

You told him that, no matter what, you wanted him to live his dream and that you’d support him, even from afar. After all, he’d always been so supportive of you and your efforts to fulfill your own dream.

His words that night would be ones you’d never forget, no matter how much you wished you could.

“Living out my dream means nothing if I can’t do it with you.”

So, he turned down the deal and continued to play casually, supported by you and his bandmates. You wanted him to do more with his talent and passion since you knew it made him happy, but he always claimed that you made him happier.

He loved you with every single fiber of his being.

And you left him in the worst, karma-filled way possible.

The look on his face when you told him you’d accepted a job several states away would’ve been comical if it hadn’t been so heartbreaking.

Even still, he was willing to make it work with you. He wanted it to work, and he gave it every effort he had.

You were the one who stopped returning his calls. You were the one who ignored text after text.

You were the one who decided it was over without so much as a proper goodbye.

There were many times you stopped yourself from calling, always hovering over his contact without actually following through. Several nights you contemplated getting the next flight back home, only stopping when you twisted the doorknob to leave your apartment.

What hurt most of all? You knew Jungkook might even take you back if you asked. He loved you so much and had never stopped.

You never stopped, either, but you let it fall apart anyway. You’d give up everything and take it all back if you could.

But, as you cradled your head in your hands, you thought about how you deserved all of this.

And Jungkook had deserved none of it.

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“Yo, Kook! You done with your phone call?”

Jungkook flinched at the voice, finally tearing his eyes away from his phone that he’d been staring at the last few minutes. Your picture was smiling at him, almost mockingly, from your contact screen.

The moment you hung up on him he pulled it up, ready to call you back instantly and hopefully sort all this out with you.

But he opted not to call, and as the sounds from the bar were fading back in, he pocketed his phone and dragged his hands down his face. He ran a hand through his hair the same moment a hand clapped down on his shoulder.

“Hey dude, you good?”

Jungkook cleared his throat and gave Jimin – his best friend and bandmate – the most convincing smile he could muster at the moment. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Jimin didn’t seem to buy it, but he didn’t press on it either. He clapped Jungkook once more on the shoulder before he stepped back. “Ready to start? We probably shouldn’t delay the show any longer.”

“Right, yeah. Let’s go.” Jungkook hopped up off of the guitar amp he’d been sitting on backstage and followed behind Jimin, head down with his hands stuffed into his pockets.

“We’ve got everything set up already – who was that on the phone, by the way?”

Jungkook’s head snapped up and he noticed Jimin watching his over his shoulder with concerned, curious eyes while he waited for a response.

Jungkook smiled again, and it was nowhere reaching his eyes.

“Wrong number. Don’t worry about it.”

Jimin frowned but nodded. Jungkook knew he hadn’t heard the last of it, but their show was the most important thing for now.

The feeling that usually washed over him when the cheers of the crowd reached his ears as he stepped on stage was nowhere to be found. What replaced it was that familiar sense of longing, and the pull that forced him to look to the center of the crowd at the front.

Sometimes he still looked for you.

He’d look to see if you’d be in your same spot, cheering at the top of your lungs and giving him the brightest, sweetest smile he’d ever seen.

You weren’t there, of course. But he checked anyway.

Tonight’s show was being livestreamed on a local music channel, and it wasn’t something unusual to the band by now. Jungkook sorta wished it’d be any other night than tonight, because he didn’t want anyone to sense a change in his attitude.

But, as they always say: the show must go on.

Jungkook greeted the crowd with the same usual enthusiasm, wide smile stretched across his face as his heart twisted painfully.

“We hope everyone has a great time here tonight,” his voice echoed around the bar, “because we know that we will up here. Thanks for coming out and supporting us!”

More cheers from the crowd, and adrenaline was slowly starting to course through his veins. He propped himself up on a stool in front of his mic, resting his acoustic guitar against his leg.

“As per usual, we’re going to start with a very special song. I wrote this a while back for someone who was- who is still very dear to me. It’s called “My Dream is You,” and I hope you all like it.”

As Jungkook strummed the first few notes, the cheers quieted down to a hush. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to get lost in the music.

At the height of the song, right before the last chorus, he felt a tear escape. He blinked back anymore that threatened to fall and sang his heart out, giving it his all as he always did.

He’d never have imagined that of all people, you were out there watching and listening, that big smile he loved to see plastered on your face as tears were flowing freely.

As he neared the end of the song, the music slowed to a stop. He sighed somewhat shakily before he sang the last line, vision of you dancing behind his closed eyes.

“Despite everything we’ve ever been through, my dream always was and always will be you.”

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A/N: pls don’t hate me <3

taglist: @dntaewithluv @inlovewiththemoonn @lavienjin

➥All Works Masterlist

#bts #bangtaninn #jungkook #jungkook angst #jungkook au #jungkook x reader #jungkook scenarios

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fanfic-gallery · 2 years ago

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hi, tori!! how are you? i saw the other works you did based off songs, so i was wondering: could i ask for a fluff nobara kugisaki x fem!reader with the song "girls girls girls" by fletcher, please?

A little prank

✎ Nobara x Reader

✎ Tags : smol does of angst, fluff, f! reader

: ̗̀➛ Manager’s/Author’s note : I’m doing well, my dear~ I must say your taste in music is magnificent, can’t get it out my head ever since I first listened to it

I kissed a girl and I liked it Sipped her like an old fashioned I kissed a girl and she liked it It's better than I imagined

Your eyes glanced over the handwritten letter, your heart and soul poured within its pages, every word, every letter stringing tunes of praises. Yet you couldn't help but chew the inside of your cheek, paranoia sinking its teeth with your shoulders.

"Y/N, if you're afraid, we can always try another day.." Lush pink and hazel drew you in, his hands caging you in a hug, one caressing your back while the other rubbed its thumb against your palm. You shrug off his touch, thanking him for his concern before straightening up, stepping towards a familiar locker.

You could still remember it like yesterday, the shocked displays of their faces when you let out your little secret. Itadori in such a panic state that he almost made you puke out your smoothie from how hard he shook you, accompanied by his wailing screams that was a third inch from getting all three of you kicked out from the establishment.

"Stop that-"

"SMACK"

"iTAI-!"

"Back to the conversation at hand.. I must say, you have given us quite the challenge.. "

"Yea..- Kugisaki isn't one to let her guard down easy, this is WAY harder than any missions we've been on-!"

You had beg to differ, yet through sheer willpower the results may have proven impossible indeed. Written letters thrown in the bins without much thought, boxed pieces of fudge and candy slipped into the drawers of the other two freshmen, specifically Yuuji’s. You grew desperate to grasp at the last bit of hope the road ahead of you held, yet to no avail. Restless, you forfeit the mission, teary eyes only smiling at the thought that at least, the friendship you both hold will still last for a lifetime.

“Ughhh..” The brunette groaned, plopping herself down with the confines of the wooden bench, flakey strands snuggled into your shoulder as she leaned in.

“Is something wrong, Bara-chan?” Amber hues darted towards yours, a frown forming in the process, her cheeks puffy and fairly most hair sticking to her features. “Nothing.. just wondering who’s been pulling some awful pranks on me-” You fell under shocked, your brain hadn’t been able to process much of the weeks before, all that comes to mind were the sleepless nights of flooding water with the soft stuffings of your pillow.

“I bet it’s those two thinking they’re all so funny for trying to mess with me-”

“What did they do, if you don’t mind?”

“I’ve been receiving a whole lotta anonymous gifts recently, chocolate, letters covered in hearts, I mean- do they really think I would fall for it?” Flabbergasted. That’s what you would describe it. You will say, it did shot an arrow through your fragile heart that she thought of your love through action was a just a mere trick done by the others, yet a sense of relieve took residence that you could help but crack a chuckle.

“Pfft..-”

“Wait- you weren’t in on it were ya-? I hope not- if not I would seriously- ”

Sweet.

She tasted o’ so sweet.

You sunk further into the loving embrace, a hand drawing her waist closer, her plush chest pressing up to yours, the other lacing fingers through her brown locks, savouring the kiss you had engaged. Warm. All she felt was warmth, cheeks flared a bright red, amber pupils ready to pop out of her sockets without a second’s notice.

How to react..

She didn’t know.

Yet, she didn’t want to let go..

“W-what the fuck was that for..” You smiled meekly, flinching when her figure loomed forward, sloughing against you, her head already buried within your exposed neck, the heat upon her face neutralizing the chills on your skin.

“Those.. weren’t pranks, Bara-chan.. I was the one that did all of that, ‘cause.. I love you.” Polished nails dug into your tracksuit, her quickened breaths, her accelerating heartbeat. You felt it all, within your arms.

“You could have just- told me- now I just feel bad..” You giggled again, patting at the sorceresses’ back, who could only sulk in disappointment, each groan growing louder that the vibrations of them send shivers up your spin.

“Hahah~ alright, how about this? I love you, Nobara~ better?”

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen nobara #jjk nobara #jujutsu nobara #nobara x reader #nobara x you #nobara x y/n #nobara kugisaki

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irrigos · 1 year ago

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honestly i never use the titles in almost any FL fanworks i make (for my ocs or for NPCs) and i SAY it's because i think they sound really clunky but actually its because im soooo bad at thinking of good ones. also i keep forgetting the ones ive made up lol

Morgan Fletcher is the Sanguine Scholar-Captain. "sanguine" was one of the four temperaments that were tied to the four humours, which described someone who was optimistic and social (a little ironic for morgan because they spend so much of their narrative self-isolating, but when theyre not trapped in a prison of their own emotions, they love socializing!) but also was the one that happened when you have too much blood. I wanted something to do with blood, since Morgan is a Licentiate and ALSO a Nemesis PC, so they're all about murders and blood and stuff. The adjective part was easy for them because I already knew i wanted it to be about blood, but coming up with the noun part of their title was tough. i think my partner actually described them as Scholar-Captain first, because I had (and still have lol) NO idea how to describe them, when theyre a zailor and a scholar and communist and a murderer. i only decided against calling them "the (something) Licentiate" because i figured the murder stuff was implied by "sanguine", and i didnt want to repeat myself. also I like the alliteration of "sanguine scholar", and i thought having two things in the noun portion would give the impression that theyre a mega talented mary sue, which is what i was going for (/j)

I legit dont remember the one I picked for Eliot. or, rather, he's got two (one before/during Seeking and one for after) and i only remember the latter, which was the Shattered Cardsharp. Cardsharp because post seeking he starts doing Hearts Desire, and Shattered because hes incredibly fucked up after going through All That Mess. he's very fragile for a while afterwards, so I picked Shattered (as opposed to... idk Haunted or Traumatized or something, which are also accurate) to try to capture this kind of... idk broken porcelain dolly energy that i think he's got for a while?? Like he broke and got put back together, but it's a little wrong and incredibly noticeable

Percy is the Tall Cat, because hes a cat but also hes a guy, and thats what all the cats call him. I think I also considered "the Feline Horticulturist", but i think the Tall Cat is funnier. (hes half tiger, on his fathers side, and I always like to imagine the cats in London talk about him like he's just another cat. "oh the Tall Cat thinks hes soooo special because he gets a fish from the market every day and he spends all his time in the garden and he wears a little vest" and you're picturing a funny little cat wearing people clothes and when you meet him hes just like. Some Guy. and hes not even that tall!!!)

Hepsi is the Quick-fingered Silverer, because shes a silverer and also a theif. This one was hard to come up with because my partner and i really couldn't top our initial pitch for Hepsi, which was "Crime MILF". but honestly her real title is "the Nice Lady", which is what the urchins all call her. she's very kind and helpful TO URCHINS and pretty ruthless to a lot of other people, so the urchins think its a little funny and ironic. imagine trying to have beef with someone called The Nice Lady. imagine losing. thats what its like to be mr fires.

asking half out of curiosity and half because i am failing to come up with any good ones - how did you guys decide on titles for your fallen london ocs?

#i looooooooove to get into my reasoning for creative decisions lol. especially when it comes to specific word choice #sometimes i put a lot of thought into it!!!!!#if connotations have a million fans im one of them etc

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soobasaur · 4 years ago

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spent all my love on you

lee!felix x gender!neutral reader

warnings: since laser tag is in this fic theres mentions of shooting and guns, which is referring to the game where they shoot other players in order to gain points, nothing violent

a/n: hey look a felix au finally in your pov! i told you i’d do it hehe,, and if you remember when i accidentally posted this then no you don’t (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃ i’ll finish ur requests i swear ಠ_ಠ anyways enjoy!

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for the longest time, your lifelong friend jisung had been bugging you to go to this arcade with him

you eventually said yes since you physically couldn’t say no to his puppy eyes and he took you there one weekend

he was practically bouncing the entire way, babbling about all the people you’d meet

turns out he came here every weekend to play laser tag with a couple of friends he made here

this was news to you, but you let jisung lead you to a pool table in the back where six boys were..attempting to play pool?

after several games of game pigeon pool you were an expert !! or at least more then what these guys were doing

the one with long hair was holding the billiard the wrong way (╥_╥)

you could hear the cheerful laughs coming from them as jisung tugged you beside him

“guys, this is y/n, the friend i mentioned! y/n these are the dumbasses i started hanging out with-,”

“if anything, you’re the dumbass!” the one holding the billiard upside down reprimanded, dropping the stick and making his way towards you both “i’m hyunjin, nice to meet you!”

“hi hyunjin—,”

“move out of the way! hi i’m jeongin!” a new boy appeared, shoving hyunjin away as he held his hand out

“oh, hello!”

one by one all the boys came up to introduce themseleves to you, well six of them at least, didn’t jisung say there were seven of them?

“where the hell is felix?” jisung asked, looking towards who you now knew as minho “is he doing the thing again?”

minho solemnly nodded before gesturing to the claw machine a couple feet away from them, and there stood a blond haired boy with his back faced to them as he aggressively tried to win what looked like a stuffed animal

jisung shook his head before gesturing for you to follow him

“is this a normal occurrence?” you asked as you both made your way to the boy

“yeah, last month is was the dance revolution game and this week it’s the claw machine-felix!”

said boy let go of the claw to turn and smile widely at the both of them “sungie! do you have a token i can use to try again? pleaseeee?”

jisung rolled his eyes as he tossed the boy a token before pointing to you

“this is y/n, they’re playing with us now.”

“oh,” felix turned his head to you, giving you a once over before winking “nice to meet you,” before rolling the token in “let me make my first impression winning a stuffed toy!”

“you’ve been at this forever, which one do you want?” jisung asked, waking closer to press his head against the glass

felix solemnly pointed to the chick plushie tucked into the corner, and you admit it was cute so you could see why he was trying so hard

“want me to try?” you asked, stepping closer as you looked over the machine

“go for it!” he smiled, moving out of your way to press himself against the glass next to jisung

you clicked start and took a hold of the joystick

you squinted your eyes and found the same plushie a bit closer, hidden behind another one and aimed for that instead

you heard gasps coming from where the two boys were standing as the claw grabbed the two plushies and dropped them into the box

and since you had some extra seconds left you managed to grab one more

“there you go!” you pulled out the plushies and handed felix the chick one and gave jisung the squirrel one, keeping the llama one for yourself

“wow we all match now!” jisung cheered

“thank you!” felix said, his eyes shining with glee as he looked at you, and you were this close to getting all the plushies out so he could always look this happy

“no problem-,”

“HEY LOSERS OUR GAME IS STARTING HURRY UP!” you heard minho interrupt, as he and the other boys disappeared behind some doors

you guys ran behind him, tucking the plushies away for later

there was another group of people with you and since the teams were randomized, your group got split up after getting the gear on

“prepare to lose!” hyunjin teased, sticking his tongue out at you, chan, seungmin, and jeongin (who were on the same team as you)

“shut up!” jeongin glared, holding up his laser gun and pretending to shoot the other

jisung joined in and started to play shoot you, while you feigned getting shot

before you could play shoot him back the lights went off and the gate opened, letting you guys inside as the game was about to start

you and your team each split up, making plans to shoot at least one member

your ignore the way your stomach fluttered at the thought of felix chasing after you but quickly shook those out of the way, you had to stay focused !

once the bell rang you were off, you hid behind the walls as you shot a couple of the other team’s players

you spotted a familiar pair of shoes and quickly went to go shoot jisung, who gave you a pout as you ran off giggling

you watched your score steadily go up as you got more and more people, and the adrenaline was getting to you, you were motivated to win this thing 〴⋋_⋌〵

you had only been shot a couple of times so you weren’t too worried about getting caught,

you were currently hiding in the corner where no one had found you yet as you shot anyone who ran past

you were just about to shoot a player on the opposing team when you felt a prescence behind you

quickly turning around you were met with felix giving you a sly grin as he backed you into the wall

“your cornered now y/n,” he whispered, pulling out the gun as he aimed it at your vest, “game over for you.”

you ignored the fast beating of your heart as he made his way closer, his free hand coming to make trace its way down your jaw

“you look really pretty under these lights,” he muttered, quirking an eyebrow up and he angled his face a bit closer “lucky i get to see you like this.”

you were too nervous to squeak out a thank you as felix closed the gap between the two of you, but just before he could come any closer you heard the familiar beep on your vest

you look down to see you’ve been shot and felix shooting you a sly grin, the little shit

“distracted by my charm?” he teased, his lips right beside your ear, “am i that handsome?”

you rolled your eyes as he backed away

“i’d love to stay but your vest is charging up so i’m gonna blast, bye sweetheart,” he blew you a kiss before running off

you huffed as you waiting for your vest to reset, following after the blonde boy as you did so

no way you were gonna let him get the last shot between the two of you

and maybe you wanted to be that close again to him...

after ducking behind a couple of pillars you finally spotted him crouching behind a wall as he shot one of your teammates

you let yourself grin in victory as you made your way behind him, making sure you weren’t seen, then aiming your gun at the back of his vest

you shot him and watched in glee as his vest gave out a beep and saw him look around for the culprit before spotting you giggling behind him

“you!” he smiled, geting up from his hiding place on the ground and wagging his gun at you

“you didn’t expect to get away with that, did you?” you laughed, backing away as he made his way closer to you and holding out your gun, “i’ll get you again!”

“cool down time is a minute,” he grinned, letting you back yourself up into the wall, “what do you wanna do with that one minute?”

you let your eyes wander off toward his lips,,but you swear it was cus he was talking!

not cus he looked extremely kissable

perhaps you stared too long cus he took notice and cupped your jaw

“mhm, ten seconds is enough,”

“enough for what—?”

you were shut up with his lips capturing yours, leading you for a bit before pulling back

“sorry babe but my time is up,” he winked before shooting you in the vest and running off

took you a few moment to realize what happened before you were chasing after him

“FELIX YOU MF”

when the game ended you and felix were tied to your immense surprise, while jisung was currently boasting about his first place

now that you were out of the dim lit laser tag room you could see felix in better light,

and god damn

you could see the swear glistening on his face from all the running and his unkempt hair from the humid room

you weren’t too sure if this was a one time thing or he actually wanted to try something with you

you were crossing your fingers it was the latter

you got ur answer soon enough when you felt a tap on your shoulder and an awkward felix made his appearance

it was endearing to see his confident side and nervous one all in one day

“do you maybe wanna, grab lunch after tomorrow? just me and you?”

you played along to being oblivious before you replied,

“lee felix...are you asking me out?”

his cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink before nodding at you

you gave him a smile before saying yes, the rest was history

bonus headcanons:

apparently jisung had a bet on which one of his friends you would end up dating, ro your surprised he had guessed it would be felix

ಠ_ಠ sometimes you forgot how well jisung knew you

you also found out he didn’t come every week just for laser tag, he also wanted to get close to a specific boy named changbin ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

which was endless teasing material for you

after the lunch date the next day, you both stopped by the arcade again and this time he managed to win you a little prize

since you both had just met one another a good majority of your dates were just you two chatting as you walked aimlessly, getting to know one another

and after about one month he invited you over to his place to cook dinner for you, which is where you shared your next kiss <3

thank you for reading ⁂

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A heavenly reunion pt. 1; Queen x reader

*Author's note*

This is it guys. After almost 3 years of writing this series it's FINALLY come to the end. Like all good things, they must end eventually so here it is. The LAST chapter of my Rock Angel series.

I first want to point out the YEARS (except Freddie's death date) DON'T MEAN ANYTHING. I'M NOT TRYING TO PREDICT THE FUTURE OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT. I just picked these random years to represent when the remaining members of Queen will pass, AGAIN THESE AREN'T REAL DATES AND I HOPE THEY AREN'T.

Pt. 2 will be up in just a few minutes so until then, enjoy this first part.

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*3rd Person POV. June 23rd, 2051*

Rock star, animal rights activist, founder of organizations like ANGELS CURING AIDS, WORDS CAN HURT TOO; Victims and survivors of emotional and verbal abuse, and the ANGELS AGAINST STALKING that helps protect people from violent stalkers. Also apart of charities like the Mercury Phoenix Trust foundation. The Rock Angel (Y/n) Kline had lived a full life.

She continued to tour with Queen as they got many other partnerships throughout the years. But she most enjoyed collaborating with Adam Lambert as he reminded her of him, bright and ambitious just wanting to share his music with the world and he knew he could never fill in Freddie's shoes but he sure as hell made a name for himself in his own way.

She was also a part of the "Bohemian Rhapsody" film that had been made and got to know the actors playing the men that she had grown up with and came to see them as her true family. Ten years after the film released, her own story got to be told thanks to the rights of Paramount and the brilliant mind of Dexter Fletcher, who had directed the story of her boys and Elton John, another one of her dearest friends and mentors.

But now at the crippled age of 90, the Rock Angel now lived in the privacy of her home in London. She was forced to stop touring because just 3 years ago she was diagnosed with a form of dementia.

It was hard on her family and her 4 children and dozens of grandchildren even great-grandchildren to see the once strong woman they had once admired for so long and looked up to as a role model not only in music, but life.

In their current home of London, her husband of over 70 years Jack who had made a name for himself. After the whole stalking incident, Jack joined the ranks of the LAPD. He worked himself all the way to the top and became Chief for over 30 years before he retired by the time he was in his 60's.

He sat there by his wife's bedside stroking her long white hair as she lay there forced into bedrest. She looked up at him and whispered.

"Jack?"

"I'm here baby."

"Where are they? Where are my boys?" she asked.

"Our sons? They're just downstairs."

"No, no. I meant my boys." At those two words, Jack's heart broke as he looked at his wife sympathetically.

"Baby they've—they died. It's been so many years since they all left this world." At hearing her boys were dead, tears fell down her face but Jack held onto his wife and kissed the top of her head. "But I can show you their videos, if you'd like."

"Please. I need to see them. To tell them goodbye." Jack then reached for the I-pad and opened up the Youtube app and began typing in the very song that he knew he would need.

He knew his wife didn't have long and he wanted her to have one last happy memory of hearing the perfect song written by her boys.

Together they held the I-pad and soon the music video "These are the days of our lives" came on.

"Why does Fred look so sick?" she asked worriedly. Jack swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to explain.

"He was suffering from AIDS, and it—really affected him love."

"I wish I could've taken care of him." She said as she stroked the screen every time Freddie came on screen. At the instrumental break as she watched Brian skillfully play the guitar, she smiled and said. "Bri....he was such a good guitar player."

"He was, but nothing compared to you." Jack praised obviously playing favorites. He then took notice of his wife growing tired as the song ended.

It was time.

"It's okay baby, you can rest now." And she did just that. Her breathing slowed right as Freddie spoke the last 'I still love you' line and the video ended. "Goodnight my Rock Angel. Be with your boys once again." He then let out a sob as he leaned against his deceased wife.

At 10:45am on June 23rd, 2051 (Y/n) Kline was pronounced dead at the old age of 90.

Everyone who had collaborated with the Rock Angel or had looked up to her all gathered at her funeral. Close friends and family all came to mourn at the loss of the last of the greatest Rock and Roll singers. She was buried in her birth town of Leicestershire, right next to her real parents.

*My POV*

I felt peaceful. My mind was no longer hazy. I could remember everything once again, but what confused me was where I was. I found myself walking through a long corridor but as I passed a mirror, I stopped and backed up to find a shocking surprise.

I was young again.

I looked to be about the age of 19, when I first met the guys. My hair was in the same long wavy fashion I once had before I cut it. I stroked along my cheek just to see if this was real or a dream, but as I stroked it I found that it was. Suddenly a door opened before me and I don't know why but I found myself walking toward it.

Now I was in what looked like an office with everything you would see. Filing cabinets, a large desk filled with paperwork but what caught my attention was the abacus that stood at the front center of the desk.

"Ahh (Y/n) Kline, please come forward." I turned to see a man around his 60's with short black hair, a grim like face with sharp cheekbones and icy blue eyes. He wore a black business suit and he was intimidating but for some reason I came forward toward the desk.

He sat down and pulled out a file and began reading through it humming to himself then he said.

"Place your hand over the abacus." I looked at it to see that the color code was white and black. White at top and black at the bottom.

"What is this?"

"This shall determine your next step. Just place your hand over it and let fate do the rest." I didn't know what this was gonna mean but again I saw myself place my hand over it and the second I did, it started going frantic.

Moving up and down frantically with no one even touching it. It was mostly balanced most of the way until it finally majority of the counters went white. The man smiled and said.

"Give my regards to those Rockstar friends' of yours. I'll be looking forward to your next concert." He then snapped his fingers and everything went bright.

Next thing I knew, I heard the sound of birds chirping and felt the sun beaming down on me. I was then greeted with wide open fields and a giant house along with several barn-like homes. It was like Garden Lodge and Rockfield farm mixed into one.

As I stood a few feet away from the main mansion-like house I swore from the second window of the white satin curtains I saw movement. I walked towards the house and placed my hand on the doorknob, I paused for a few seconds before I finally opened the door. I walked in and it was exactly like Freddie's home of Garden Lodge.

I walked through the threshold to see the grand staircase to my right, the long corridor ahead of me and the entrance to the living room to my left.

"Hello?" I said as I stood there. It was then I felt something nuzzle between my legs and I heard a meow. I heard it again and I looked down to see a very familiar face. "Hey, Delilah." I picked her up and held her as she purred and nuzzled my face. I scratched under her chin and she lowered her head to lick my hand.

"No it should be more like this." I heard a low, smooth baritone voice say.

"No, no and no Mr. tuxedo! Bernie has it like this and it shall remain this way. He and I are the genius piano and songwriting duo and it'll stick to this rhythm and timing." Another voice boasted out.

Oh my god.....It can't be. I set Delilah down and she took off running up the stairs as I crossed the living room into the parlor where Fred kept his piano to see two men that I had not seen in forever.

"David? Elton?" I spoke up. The two men turned toward me. David looked so much healthier than last I saw him and he looked younger just like me, in fact he looked about the same age he was when he did Live aid as well as working on the Jim Henson project 'the Labyrinth'.

Elton on the other hand looked about the age from when he was first starting off, back before he began experimenting with all the drugs and all that. The vibrant ginger hair but he still had on those flamboyant sunglasses he always loved to wear.

"Is that—really you?" I asked bewildered.

"Oh shit it can't be. The high angel herself, the Rock Angel?" Elton dramatic tone.

"Yes, it's me."

"Ohh darling. Welcome home." David greeted me with a wide smile and open arms as he walked up to me. He embraced me as he chuckled warmly and said, "Did you have a good life darling?"

"Uh-huh. I had the best life." I said, my voice muffled within his blue suit.

"It looked like you did love." We separated and I couldn't help but admire just how healthy he was.

"How have you been David?"

"Much better darling. No more chemo, I can finally breathe again."

"That's good."

"Alright you overgrown smooth talker, let me at her now." Elton proclaimed as he shoved David aside and immediately came up and kissed both of my cheeks before embracing me. "Oh darling we sure have missed you."

"And I you Elton. Life just hasn't been the same without your music."

"Been practicing those scales I taught you?" he asked pointedly.

"Yes, whenever I could."

"That's my girl." He hugged me again and I buried my face into his shoulder.

"(Y/n)?" a choir of voices soon rang up. I felt my heart stop as I lifted my head, not believing what I was hearing. Elton let go of me and both he and David with soft smiles on their faces told me to go and see who it was. The four voices called out my name again.

I crossed through the parlor, ran across the living room until I came to the door and just halfway up the staircase, I felt my smile widen and tears fill my eyes.

"My boys."

"You're finally here!" Freddie proclaimed. My legs raced directly up the stairs and Freddie, Brian, Roger and John all gathered me at the center in a long awaited Queen group hug.

All I felt were arms wrapped around me tightly, kisses all over my head and face and gentle hair and back strokes. I don't even know how long we were in that hug for but I didn't care, all I cared about was the fact my boys were here all together. When we finally separated I finally got a good look at all four of them.

They were all so young and vibrant just like how I first saw them back in concert long before I became an intern, I would like to think they were now the same ages they were when they first played at the Rainbow back in 1974. Long hair and all.

"I can't believe you four are here." I praised.

"And we can't believe you're here. And with your long hair again, was this when you were most happy?" asked Brian.

"If by that you mean when I first became Miami's intern? Yeah, best day of my life. Do you guys hate it?"

"No darling we've loved you no matter what your hair length is." Freddie said as he stroked the ends of my hair.

"I only just hope you didn't bring along any extreme surprises. Belly button rings, more tattoos." Deacy teased me. I chuckled but felt tears fall down my face.

"Aww lovie what is it?" Roger cooed as I felt him rub my shoulder. All four of them looking at me with those concerned puppy dog eyes they all knew how to do.

"I'm sorry. It's just—I missed you four so much." They all awed as Freddie first took me in his arms and said with his head leaning against mine.

"I know darling. It seems like it's been forever since the five of us were together."

"Coming from you Fred you have no idea." I wept as I gripped onto him as tight as I could, burying my face into his long black hair which softly tickled my face.

God if there's anything I missed about Freddie, it was his warm hugs. They were always so warm and inviting, anyone who was lucky enough to be given any sign of affection from this loveable man was considered lucky, and I was fortunate to be one of those people, and now finally after almost 60 years, I was able to feel that affection once more.

We were now upstairs in the master bedroom to do some private catching up.

"Alright sister dear, come here you." Deacy said. I smiled and immediately went into his arms and he embraced me. As all of you know, after Freddie's death, Deacy was the one to take it the hardest. So much so that he hardly played at any Queen gigs except for maybe three occasions then by 1997 he officially retired and no one had heard from him since.

The guys and I respected his decision so in order to make sure he was alright, I kept in contact with Veronica and would occasionally ask how Deacy was doing as well as the kids. I had learned that the two of them had two more kids, Luke and Cameron and the two of them had been successful in their own ways, all of the Deacy kiddies had, especially Luke who followed in his dad's footsteps and played in a band of his own.

In fact with the permission of the parents, I had allowed my nephew Luke to play at a few of my tours, and god just seeing him play reminded me so much of his dad, not to mentioned he looked so much like him.

And it was an honor to play with a second generation of Deacon.

The sad news of Deacy's passing came to Jack and I from Laura on a cold November day in 2035. Out of the two of us, Jack was the most heartbroken because he not only lost a brother but his idol and mentor.

We were invited to the burial by decree of the Deacy clan but I made sure that through some makeup and wigs that Jack and I weren't recognized by press because we wanted this to be private. As Deacy would've wanted that.

"Ohh I've missed you so much (y/n)."

"Not as much as I missed you brother mine."

It was then my attention turned towards the last 2 members of Queen, the remaining members I kept working with till the end. Brian May and Roger Taylor.

Together in our lives after Freddie's death and Deacy's retirement, I had been there for everything Queen got to accomplish, and they did the same for me. In fact it was Brian who bestowed upon me my plaque to be initiated into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame before I was given my star right above Queen's.

I was also involved with some of the work they did for a little movie called "Bohemian Rhapsody", and they helped become a part of my movie "Set it all free Angel". I first turned my attention to Brian.

It had been almost 10 years since my movie came out and 20 for Queen's film Bohemian Rhapsody. I was in my home studio working on my next upcoming album when I had received a call from Anita telling me that Brian had passed away at the age of 93. It was a peaceful passing so he wasn't suffering or in pain which I was thankful for in a way, he's suffered through so much that if I wanted him to go out, it would have to be peacefully in his sleep.

The world was devastated at losing such an inspiring man. Not only in the music industry, but for his work in astrophysics, as well as the animal programs that he's helped funded and laws he helped raise awareness for.

When he died, I took over the business in his name and within 3 years; I finally helped get laws of abusing, harming or killing animals to be illegal and anyone caught doing that wouldn't get misdemeanors. They would face legal full sentencing of 20-50years in Federal prison. On the night the laws passed and I along with Brian's partnering animal rehab centers signed off on the law, I went to Brian's grave and told him everything.

I immediately glomped him into a hug and held onto his waist tightly. He embraced me back just as tight as I was holding him, me humming lovingly as I buried my face into his chest feeling him stroke down my hair. After what felt like forever, he separated from me and stared down at me with those loving hazel blue eyes of his as he placed both his hands at the top of my head before stroking them downward against each side of my head and ending by cupping my face in his hands.

"I am so proud of everything you've done (Y/n). I saw it all, thank you for continuing my legacy for animal rights."

"You taught me everything I needed to know about being kind and caring towards all creatures, so much so you helped inspire me to do my own animal rehabilitations and rescues. I just—wish I could've been there for you when you......"

"It was beyond your control love. But I didn't suffer. I knew you loved me, and would've done anything to come see me had you known. I never blamed you, so stop blaming yourself." I nodded as tears slipped down my face but with his thumbs he wiped them away before hugging me once more. I felt him kiss my temple before cupping the side of my face once more to kiss my nose.

Even as I got older and we were both in our senior years, he never once stopped with the nose pecks. I smiled and Eskimo kissed him before he pressed his forehead against mine. It was then I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned to my right to see Roger standing before me.

Besides Freddie's death, I think the most devastating thing for me was when Roger died. It was about a year after Brian's death when I had gotten a frantic call from my godson Rufus that Roger had been taken to the hospital because of a stroke. Without hesitating, I got into the car and raced to West London Medical Hospital, where I met up with the Taylor pride.

I was frantic with anxiety and fear that I would lose yet a 3rd member of Queen. Over 48hrs passed when Rog finally regained consciousness and I was sitting right there by his bedside holding his hand. He spoke so softly it was like whispers on the wind and the only thing he wanted to do was go outside.

Reluctantly the doctors allowed it so my godchildren, and his wife Sarina took him out to the hospital garden and allowed me some one on one time with him. But I didn't know that that would be the last time they would ever get to talk to him. The last words he ever spoke to me were and I still remember it to this day, even up here in heaven.

"Brian and Freddie have come to collect me, they send out their love to you and Deacy. Look after the old bastard for us." And I literally felt his life slip away from my hand as he died right there in front of me.

For months I was depressed. I was allowed to go to the funeral and speak my eulogy and I sang at his funeral, this time my own rendition of Phil Collins' song 'You'll be in my heart.' It was also because of his funeral that Deacy and I got even closer than we had in years.

He had secretly gone to both Brian and Roger's funeral but it didn't take till Rog passed for him to physically approach me and we both just wept and cried from losing a father, a brother, a great friend together.

Finally when I finally gained the strength, me and the Taylor children all took a picnic up where Roger was born and just looked out beyond the fields of where his childhood home was and reminisced on all the wonderful memories we had of our father.

And it was from his death I produced my album 'Papa Lion' and dedicated it to him; 'To my Papa Lion, and all the other father lions out there. Keep protecting your children no matter what'.

"You gonna get into these arms or what love?" he asked me. I spoke not a word but felt tears in my eyes as I raced up and buried myself into his neck and dirty blonde almost brunette hair. He held me and spun me around, kissing all over my face humming and moaning lovingly.

When he finally set me down, he cupped my face just like Brian did but he gently leaned forward and very gingerly headbutted my forehead and the two of us nuzzled each other, rubbing our noses together.

Like a father lion and his cub reuniting with each other at last.

I held onto his wrists which still cupped the sides of my face and just allowed my tears to fall out but I couldn't stop smiling.

"I hope those are happy tears." He said to me. I sniffled and nodded.

"Yeah the—these are....ha-happy tears." I choked out.

"You know you don't have to be so strong around me, right lovie?" It was then I just broke down and wept as I embraced him. "Shhh, shh. I'm here my lion cub, I'm here. Papa lion is here." He whispered in my ear.

"God I have waited so long for you to say that." I whimpered out to hear him softly laugh and just hug me tighter.

"Oh my darlings.....my heart.....it's too full!" We heard Fred exclaim out dramatically. We both laughed as I nuzzled deeper into my papa lion's chest, happy to finally be reunited with them.

After finally calming down, we were all just sitting around the master bedroom. I was up against the couch leaning against Deacy's legs as he was currently brushing and braiding my hair.

"So you guys continuing to rock it out here in Heaven?" I asked.

"Don't you know it darling. Every good singer who has helped made a difference comes up here and we continue to live a peaceful eternity doing what we were born to do. Be performers." Freddie stated.

"In fact we just had our concert the other night. We got to perform alongside the Beatles." Said Roger.

"Shut up! The Beatles?!"

"You know it love, Lennon, McCartney, Harrison and Starr." Said Brian.

"Wow, I wish I could've seen it." I said.

"You will darling, we perform our concerts every single night. And it's always a mix mash of artists and bands collaborating together to perform the Greatest Heavenly Rock 'n Roll concert." Said Fred.

"Now that you're here poppet, you'll get the chance to perform with the best of the best." Said Deacy. I was flabbergasted.

"Holy......" I couldn't even finish it because I was just so shocked to think that I would be performing with the greatest artists long before my time and bands I wish I had the chance to record or perform alongside with. The guys all chuckled at me and I said.

"So that's why David and Elton were here."

"Mm-hmm. We're all performing together in tonight's show. Three artists of the 70's decade for the first time ever sharing the stage together." Said Brian.

"Ohh man what people would've killed to see that in person. I mean yeah you guys performed at the same venue like we did with Live Aid or did some recordings together but never all three of you guys on stage at once." I said.

"That's how it works around here." Spoke Deacy as he finished the last strand of my braid. I thanked him and observed the braid he had done and I commented.

"You've gotten better Deacy."

"Laura was good practice. My baby girl always wanted her hair braided."

"She may have gotten that from me, sorry." He playfully scowled at me but I cheekily stuck my tongue out at him. "Say Fred, where's Jim at? I figured if you were here, he would be too."

"Oh that man of mine, he's out tending the garden, come have a look." He escorted me to the back window and there I saw a field of flowers as far as the eye could see.

"Whoa. He's done all of that?"

"Been doing it since 2010 darling. Always a hard worker my husband. When he first came, I was worried he wouldn't like this appearance of mine, after all I didn't have my tache and my hair was much shorter than when I first met him."

"Jim loves you Freddie. He loves you no matter what you'd look like."

"And I did know. Turns out he's got a long hair kink." He whispered to me which made me choke out a laugh.

"Seriously?" He nodded ecstatically and that's when Deacy spoke up.

"We're still here Fred, no need to hear any of that."

"Oh god Deacy don't act so innocent. After all you were the one who wrote a song about pre-ejaculation." Deacy's mouth just gaped before turning stoic, and of course Rog and Bri were laughing their asses off. He turned to me and I shrugged saying.

"He's got a point."

"Okay yeah ha-ha fuck all of you."

"Oh come off it John. We mean no harm by it." Roger teased

"At least it's better than a car fucking song." Deacy fired back.

"That's not funny!" Roger proclaimed.

"It is kinda funny." Deacy sassed back.

"Okay, okay enough both of you. I had enough of your arguments to last an entire lifetime. I don't need to relive it now when I just got here." I stated.

"Sorry love." They both choired out.

"Oh (y/n), I do have a surprise for you though." Brian spoke up. I looked at him and said,

"What kind of surprise?"

"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise now would it?" He said as he walked right up to me.

"If you tell me, I'll still act surprise." He chuckled and wrapped an arm around me.

"C'mon love, let's head outside." We soon went down the stairs and headed out of the house.

Brian lead me to an open field about a half mile away from the house. There was nothing but green for miles ahead.

"Brian what's this about?"

"You'll see." He then took his index finger and thumb and curled them inward like pinchers before placing them against his lips letting out a loud whistle. We stood there for a moment that was until I heard a bark. A very familiar bark. No it—it couldn't be.

Soon jogging up the hill about a mile away was a German Shepherd. His familiar traditional fur coat shined under the sun as he looked right at me. He let out a couple of barks and soon several more dogs came running up beside him.

They consisted of a golden retriever, 2 pit-bulls, 3 huskies (1 traditional black and white, another grey and white and the last one an auburn coloring), a collie, and 4 Labradors (2 blacks, a tan and one brown).

With each dog that this pack had, I knew every single one of them. I turned to Brian baffled and he just grinned at me before nodding telling me that they were who I thought they were. I turned back around and the German Shepherd let out a bark. I then let instinct take over and ran as I cried out.

"Bucky!" He soon came running after me, as did all the other dogs barking and panting as they all ran down the hill towards me. "C'mon kids! Come on!" I proclaimed. Each dog was running as fast as they could but Bucky and the black and white husky Shasta were leading the pack. "C'mon kids!" Bucky let out some barks as he raced ahead of Shasta and we met half-way.

Bucky leapt with both paws to my shoulders knocking me down onto the ground.

"Ohh Buck. I can't believe it's you! Ohh look at you boy! Good boy Buck!" A second later Shasta came up to me whimpering happily as his tail wagged. "Oh Shasta baby boy look at you! Hi~ Hi baby boy~." Soon enough my entire dog pack was all up on me grunting and whimpering happily as they all began to tackle me, wanting my attention and love.

Now while you all know I've had Bucky and Sammy as the family pets for Jack and the kids. The other dogs have a different story. The two pitbull brothers that I had named Titan and Bear were rescue dogs when I was a part of an actual rescue mission with one of my animal charities in saving dogs from a Mexican dogfight.

Whenever I was free from touring and recording, I made sure they were well taken care of and even let them stay at my home for awhile before they were finally adopted by a good family.

My triple threat huskies Shasta, Maya (the grey and white) and Eevee (auburn) were actually Kelly's dogs. Shortly after she left for college, she wanted to fill her house with dogs so she adopted these three and very often when she would visit or we would visit her, these troublemakers were always there. Sweet and loveable but stubborn little buggers but I wouldn't take them either way.

The Labradors were also rescue dogs that I helped out. The black one Raider and white one Rowdy were just left abandoned tied up in the backyard of their owners homes. The owners had abandoned them and left them for dead in the hottest summer of the year. But thanks to my team we got them out, sheltered and good homes but I occasionally checked in on them since I couldn't let them go.

The brown lab Cleopatra and the other black lab Midnight were once stray dogs till my son Freddie found them and gave them some food and water. Since he didn't have the heart to turn them to the shelter he adopted them. They even started their own little family since Midnight and Cleopatra were mates together and had many puppies together.

And finally the beautiful Collie was Jezebel. Jezebel was something special because she was actually my nana's dog. I hadn't seen her since I was probably five years old, she was already an old girl growing up but from what I remember, she was so maternal with me.

Whenever my nana was busy with something, she knew she could trust Jezebel with me.

After giving every single dog my attention I finally managed to stand up and see all the dogs in my life standing in a row.

"Jezzy, Bucky, Sammy, Titan, Bear, Shasta, Maya, Eevee, Cleo, Midnight, Rowdy and Raider. I don't believe it. Good doggies. My lucky dog pack. I can't believe you're all here. How did you find them all?"

"I was out strolling wanting to observe the stars when I found Bucky and Sammy. They immediately recognized me and just came running right for me. Soon enough they brought me to meet the rest of the dogs you've known and rescued. I was surprised about the collie but I knew she wouldn't be among them if she wasn't a part of your family."

"Yeah, Jezebel was my nana's dog. I called her Jezzy cause I couldn't quite pronounce her name. She was like my guardian dog angel. Always maternal until she passed away of cancer when I was just 5 years old." I walked up to her and pet her head and she leaned up against me. "She even saved me from almost being attacked by a stray dog one summer."

"Well I'm very glad she did." Brian said as he walked up and stroked her head and she gave his hand a friendly sniff and lick.

"And you took care of all of them?"

"Well I'm an animal activist through and through. If Freddie takes care of every cat that comes to Heaven, I thought I should take care of the animals I've grown fond of, but also the animals my little protegee has taken on herself. As well as the family dogs." I smiled and Brian and thanked him with a hug and he gratefully hugged me back.

As the day drew to a close and nightfall came, the boys had escorted me over to the Heavenly Concert hall. If we want to look at it scale wise, imagine it as Wembley Stadium during the time of Live Aid back in 1985. We drove in a royal golden carriage fit only for her royal majesties themselves.

"Wow, it's just like Wembley stadium."

"It is in a way, but it can fit an infinite amount of people. Any and all are welcome to watch us perform." Said Deacy.

"And we won't need to do soundchecks or anything?"

"Nope. This is heaven darling. Up here everything works to the full capacity and capability. No have to worry ever again about sound checks or power outages." Freddie stated. Our carriage soon stopped at the back entrance and the doors magically opened.

I stepped out first followed by Deacy, Roger, Brian and Freddie. Deacy wrapped his arm around me and guided me into the building and the five of us followed the sign down to the basement level where the dressing rooms were.

And it was like they said, I saw dozens of stars with the names of so many artists and bands before and during my time. Elvis Presley, Janis Joplin, the Beatles, David, Elton, Led Zeppelin, REO Speedwagon, George Michael, Phil Collins, Bob Dylan, and everyone and anyone you could think of.

"And here we are darling, your dressing room awaits." Roger said as he stood before a red door with a golden star with wings on each side that read in bold black letters my stage name ROCK ANGEL. He opened it up and I was in awe.

Inside was a very large room filled with furniture, a huge makeup station with large mirror decored with lamplights around the perimeter of it.

On the left side of the dressing room were hundreds of different outfit's I've worn throughout the years. Everything was there on hangers along with some of the hats I wore, fedora's, cowgirl, and my famed flat caps of various different colors and styles.

While on the right; I could see just music instruments like the Red Special Brian had made for me up against a special holder up along the wall right by my makeup stand.

"Is this my....."

"Go on and have a look darling." I heard Freddie say in my ear.

"Okay. I finally have my own mall." I walked in and was just in awe at everything. It looked like heaven had taken my master bedroom from my first home I had after becoming the Rock Angel and just put it all here.

I walked inside and said.

"Ooo, very nice shoes." I pointed out on the shoe wrack seeing some of the styles of shoes I've worn. From combat boots, to Adidas', flats, and even the high-heeled boots that Deacy always wore during the 1970's.

"We're glad you like them darling. Why don't you go around that corner and press the black button along the dresser." Deacy said. I walked further in and reached a dresser and found the black button. When I pressed it, a couple of shelves slowly opened up revealing almost every pair of sunglasses I've always worn.

"Oh my god! I've missed wearing these." I picked up a pair of my ray ban black and gold framed sunglasses. "Didn't I make these look good?" I quickly turned to see the guys were gone. "Guys?"

"Over here love." I heard Brian's voice say. I walked towards the right to see my boys standing or sitting along some of the foot stools.

"Oh there you all are. Ohh nice amps." I couldn't help but see the amps up along the wall. "I—I'm just...." Before I could continue a remote was tossed over at me by Roger as he said.

"Before you even say anything else. Type in combination 2-1-2." I muttered the combination to myself as I pressed the numbers and soon the closet before us opened and soon revolving around were various guitars and bass guitars, shelves soon opened revealing several pairs of drumsticks each imprinted with my name on them.

I had no words.

"Umm....this is.....I can't—" I jumped back a bit as the top shelves suddenly opened revealing two different microphones. One was a basic black but it was bedazzled with red gems while the other one was pure gold with golden gems.

"Elton and I had a little hand of having your microphones designed." Said Freddie with a modest shrug.

"I mean....guys this is......unbelievable. And this is all mine?"

"Oh darling you should see ours. It's practically the entire mansion back home."

"Each star that comes here is given the full custom of what they've enjoy back on Earth. And since you've favored how you once had your rotating dressers back in 2011, it's all here for you but advanced into your instruments as well." Said Roger.

"And if anyone has any suggestion like if they're close to another artist, they can submit some suggestions of what should be in said artists dressing room." Brian spoke up.

"Aww you guys, I love you." I said as I came up to them and we got into a group hugged.

"We love you too (Y/n) darling. Now hurry up and get ready, the concert is about to begin." The boys left me to my own business. I walked up to my clothes rack and went through every style and decided that if I was to do my first concert in Heaven, I might as well wear exactly what I wore for my first concert as the Rock Angel.

After getting ready and doing my makeup the same way Freddie had done for me that day in Madison Square Garden, I picked up my Red Special and put it around my neck and left my dressing room.

"The Rock Angel is back." I looked up to see the boys standing across me in front of their dressing room, dressed to the T like they had at the they did at the Odeon theater Christmas Eve 1975. I smiled and said.

"Well look at you guys, it seems like only yesterday I was sneaking my friends into the house while Joanna and Graham were at their Christmas party just to watch you guys live at the Hammersmith Oden theater." I sassed.

"Thank you love, now c'mon time to head to the stage." Roger said. The lads cheered and I followed behind as we all walked back up the stairs and went through the corridors of backstage. Hundreds upon hundreds of artists were getting themselves ready to go up and perform.

I watched as the boys did their typical body warmups to get themselves pumped up when I felt a nudge at my arm.

"You seem quiet poppet, everything okay?" I looked up to see Deacy standing beside me.

"You said anybody whose anybody comes to see these shows right?" He nodded and I said solemnly, "Do....do you think my family, like my mum and dad know that I'm here now? That I'm here performing?" I felt him wrap his arm around my shoulder and he said.

"It's possible. Anytime a new artist or band comes here, it's fully announced far and wide throughout Heaven. So there's a good chance they might be out there in the audience."

"I hope so. I just want to show them what I've achieved, I want them to be proud of me."

"They are poppet. Just like we are." He embraced me in a one armed hug leaning his head against mine.

"I really have missed these moments between us Deacy."

"So have I. And I've got a hell of a lot of comforting to catch up on."

"Well now's a good start."

"Oi you two! Are we going to perform or not?" The two of us smiled as we heard Roger's voice cry out to us. My brother looked down at me and he said.

"C'mon, let's go do our thing." I nodded and we headed towards the guys.

*3rd Person POV*

Once again it was concert time. Every soul that had passed into heaven that was a fan of Rock and Roll or music in general came from far and wide to come to the concert of concerts, even bigger than the Earthly event that Live Aid gave the world.

Generations of artists and musicians that had come from around the world from many different backgrounds came to this very stadium to give the performance of their afterlives. Thousands, almost a million people poured into the stadium as the lights were flashing and doing their test run for each artist that would perform that night.

Soon Bob Geldof came onto the stage and everyone applauded for him.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Welcome once again to the Heaven's Rock and Roll concert." Everyone applauded and cheered holding up signs of their favorite artists or bands that would be performing tonight. "It gives me great honor to announce that we recently were given a new arrival, but I won't give it away on who it is." The audience crowd because they wanted to hear who it was as Bob continued, "I'll leave that to the band who know her best. So without further ado I would like to bring up on stage the first band performance of this evening's festivities. These lads I knew personally and they helped make one of the biggest rock concerts even greater than I could ever imagine. These four individually talented young men rose to the stardom in the early 1970's before exploding into the worldwide phenomenon by the 1980's. Ladies and Gentlemen please bow before her royal majesties that is Queen!"

The crowd roared with applause as Bob left the stage and the stage grew dark. Soon the opening notes for "Now I'm here" began playing and everyone cheered louder as they began clapping in rhythm. Those who have seen and grew up seeing Queen live, knew exactly how to react and behave during a Queen concert and those who got to know Queen up here in heaven got a taste of what it would've been like had they seen them in person with all four of them up on stage.

Soon Freddie's silhouette and voice echoed through the speakers as he began to sing the song. When the song began to pick up, the lights on stage exploded as did fire from the sides of the stage as all four members of Queen were finally revealed to the crowd.

Freddie lead with the vocals and his mates and brothers backed him up on not only the vocals but their instruments, and ever the frontman he was, strutted the stage like it was his as his voice overpowered and reached out into the audience with a force unlike anything.

By the end of the song, Freddie proclaimed into the microphone.

"Thank you! Thank you, good evening everybody!" The crowd cheered as Freddie continued, "Oh it looks magnificent out there tonight. Okay my darlings, right now. Right now, we're going to take you for the first time ever we're taking you all to the battlefield. This is called Ogre Battle!"

The boys continued to play a few more songs like 'White Queen', 'Killer Queen', 'Bohemian Rhapsody', 'Don't stop me now' and 'Son and Daughter' included with Brian's famous guitar solo giving Deacy and Freddie enough time to change clothes for the next half of the performance. Freddie now wearing the famed black satin outfit with his chest exposed and diamond fingernailed glove as well as the chain glove on the other.

"Yes thank you, thank you very much. Featuring Brian May on guitar!" Brian took a bow as the spotlight shined on him and the crowd cheered. "Now then my darlings, as I'm sure everyone's heard we have a new arrival. A very special girl to all four of us. How would you all like to meet her?"

The crowd roared with applause and soon Roger began doing one single rhythmic beat. Hearing the beat made the entire audience clap in that single beat rhythm.

"She first rose to the spotlight in the summer of 1981. A bright, charismatic young woman whose music has touched the lives of millions. To us she wasn't a shadow of our fame, she was an equal partnership. The like of which we had never knew we could ever ask for. Ladies and gentlemen and everyone up in the balcony give it up for Heaven's very own Rock Angel, Mrs. (Y/n) Kline!"

From up on the catwalk above the stage, the silhouette of the Rock Angel herself came up and it appeared that she actually had angel wings sprouting from her back as she began the first verse of her famed song "Set it all Free".

By the chorus, the screen lifted up and she hopped off the catwalk and gratefully fell from the 10ft catwalk onto center stage playing her Red Special as her boys backed her up as they always did whenever they performed this song together.

And seeing the two artists perform together, Queen and the Rock Angel, the crowd was in pure excitement bouncing up and down and crying out the lyrics to the well known song that the Rock Angel's 'Bohemian Rhapsody'.

But none were more happy to perform once again than the artists that were on stage. It had been forever since it was the five of them together up on stage and they couldn't help but look at each other. As the guitar solo came up, it turned into a guitar battle between the Rock Angel herself and Brian May which got the crowd really pumped up.

By the end of the song, everyone was chanting out 'Angel! Angel! Angel!'

"Hello Rock and roll heaven how's everyone doing tonight!?" The crowd welcomed her with a roar of applause. "God I can't believe I'm here performing with my boys once again. And right now we'd like to bring out a special guest for this next number." She turned to Deacy who nodded and began playing his bassline for "Under Pressure" which got the crowd applauding louder.

"This man is a well-known legend and the birth of a true 'flamboyant' hard rocker. And a very close friend of mine." Freddie started.

"Six time Grammy award winner, 4 time Brit award winner, actor, musician. Everyone put your hands together for Mr. David Bowie!" (Y/n) proclaimed into the mic.

It was then Freddie and (Y/n) began singing the first part of the song as at the center stage a circular hole began to open and soon rising up onto the stage was David Bowie himself. He wore a royal blue suit with a black undercoat suit shirt as well as the business white shirt. A light blue tie and black shoes.

He soon began his line of the first bridge as Freddie and the Rock Angel backed him up. When the second part of the song came up after Freddie's little vocalization, David gave the gesture for (Y/n) to take the second part of the song. And as she always performed it, she would lowly sing in her alto range before suddenly belting out to the perfect volume as she would hold the note out for as long as she could letting the two legends back her up.

Just like the record Freddie and Roger softly sung the first part of the break, then David came in before (Y/n) belted out the why vocals before the song picked right back up. It was something that could only be seen in Heaven. Three legendary singers performing one song.

David Bowie, Freddie Mercury and (Y/n) Kline the Rock Angel.

The three lead singers stood side by side with each other with David on the left, Freddie in the middle and (y/n) to the right. The three in almost rehearsed synchronicity began to sidestepped across the stage as all three voices blended the bridge that it could give one an eargasm.

Agreeing with each other and knowing what she could do to close the song, both David and Freddie stepped back with (y/n) completely unaware as she just allowed the song to consume her.

At the final note, she let out a proud controlled belt that was first heard at Freddie's tribute concert and it almost seemed like the sun was rising as the stage was lit up in a heavenly glow as she held the note. The entire audience was in an uproar as they gave a standing ovation to the Rock Angel herself.

She turned around and saw the five older men smiling at her and applauding her for a phenomenal performance that they have missed so dearly.

The concert continued as Elton John soon came up on stage and together he, Freddie and (y/n) sang 'I'm still standing' a song that was personal to all three of them in some shape or form but they knew this was the perfect song for them all to sing.

After a few more Queen songs, with the allowance of their beloved Rock Angel since her set was about to come up after theirs, she allowed them to stay and be her band as she would perform her hit songs before the souls of Heaven.

Songs like 'Who I am', 'So good,' 'Bridge of light', 'Rock angel', her rendition of 'Somebody to love', 'We'll be together', and with her boys already up there with her they did a few more duets of Queen songs like 'Friends will be friends', 'Spread your wings', 'Fat Bottomed girls', and 'Jailhouse Rock'.

Finally their time was up and as 'God save the Queen' played through the speakers, all five of them stood side by side each other and bid the crowd a goodbye and thank you.

After watching several performances from backstage, and when the concert finally came to a close it was time for the after party. So just outside in the back a beautiful garden was set up with refreshments and plenty of drinks to fit everyone's needs and all the performers of the night came out to talk amongst one another and to celebrate another well-performed concert.

As well as to welcome their newest achievement.

*My POV*

Oh my god. That was a thrill rush, and now being here at the after party I saw literally everyone. Elvis, Janis, the Beatles, Little Richard, Elton, David, Hendrix, everyone in rock and roll big names were gathered around this beautiful garden.

As I went to go grab some water I felt a hand tap my shoulder and there stood John Lennon himself.

"So you are the famous Rock Angel?" I swallowed my water and was completely star-struck.

"Y-yeah I.....Mr. Lennon I....."

"Please call me John."

"Okay, John. Can I just say.....just between us that you were always my favorite Beatle out of the group."

"Coming from you that's a huge honor. And now I can finally rub it into Paul's face the bugger." I laughed and that's when I heard a female voice say.

"Alright let me at her, where is she?" And there donned with her famous fur coat, tall Russian-like hat and red circular shades was Janis Joplin herself. "And there she is. The one female rocker better than me." She spoke as she came up to me.

"Oh no Mrs. Jop—"

"Ah-ah. Mrs. Joplin is not my name. Call me Janis baby girl." I blushed and she wrapped an arm around me and said, "You know, you and I aren't so different kid."

"How so?"

"Well we both struggled in our families and personal lives, got together with some male rockstars to form a partnership before splitting off to have our freedom. The only difference is, is that I wish I had your strength. I decided to call it quits with heroin being my way to kick the bucket."

"You were someone I did look up to. I mean yeah you had your struggles, but hell you didn't take shit from no one. When conservative minds at the time wanted you to do it their way, you said....."

"'Fuck you. I'm doing it my own way!'" She finished off which made the two of us laugh. "Yah know something baby girl, I like you. Promise me for Lady's night you'll do a song with me?"

"It would be an honor Janis." She smiled and hugged me tightly.

"Alright my darlings, may we have everyone's attention?" Freddie's voice soon spoke up as he was now standing on top of a table. Everyone looked up and as the boys of Queen stood up front Freddie continued, "First of all magnificent show all of you. So cheers my lovely darlings." Everyone of us raised our glasses in the air saying 'cheers'.

"We'd also love to specifically say a wonderful show for our newest arrival," Brian spoke up. He turned to me and extended his hand out for mine. I took it and he gently pulled me up front so that everyone could see me.

"Our beloved Rock Angel herself, (Y/n) Kline." Roger spoke up as he smiled warmly down at me.

"To the Rock Angel!" Deacy stated as he raised his cocktail glass in the air.

"To the Rock Angel!" Everyone choired at me. I bashfully smiled and said.

"Thank you, it was an honor to see most of you perform tonight, and it was great to perform with someone of you once again after so many years. I hope I have the privilege to perform with every single soul here." I said.

We then raised our glasses once more and the mingling and partying continued long into the night.

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Of course - Raymond Smith (smut)

I watched “gentlemen” a few nights ago, so of course I had to write a small drabble for Ray, don’t think anybody is surprised about that. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Ray stood his girlfriend up, now she is waiting for an apology

Warnings: smut, 18+, unprotected sex

(Credit to gif owner)

With a sigh he plopped down in the driver seat of his Mercedes. For just a glimpse of a moment Ray closed his eyes, enjoying the silence that engulfed him. He loved his job with all his heart, he burned for it, but sometimes, just sometimes, even he needed a second to breathe.

As he reached for his glasses, fingers about to rub his eyes, her voice made him jump, “you know” her eyes found his through the rear view mirror “,it’s quite disappointing, really”.

He clenched his jaw, turned his upper body towards her, studying the smirking features of his girlfriend. “What are you doing here sunshine?” He emphasised the nickname, as if he was mocking her, blood boiling, fury overtook his body, urged on by the fear that somebody could see her and try to hurt her. “Ray - or maybe I should call you Raymondo from now on?” His eyelids fluttered close, quietly cursing himself, of course, now he’d have to pay for his lazy mistake.

She shifted herself closer to him, lips just millimeters away from his, Ray could almost taste her on his tongue. “You see,” her voice dropped, by now (y/n) was almost purring the words “cancelling because there’s something you have to take care of is one thing, but leaving me stranded, without ever calling me is another. You stood me up Raymond, because of fucking Fletcher.” With a snarl she punched her palm against the armrest of his beloved car, (y/e/c) hooked onto his bright ones.

His tongue kissed his teeth, Ray sharply inhaled, wordlessly he turned away from her, car jerking forwards as he pressed down on the gas. He wouldn’t fight with her. Not now. Definitely not in his car. The impatient patting of her high heel against his seat coaxed a displeased groan out of him, ticks working on high speed, someday she would quite literally be the death of him.

She didn’t give him any time to open the car door for her, (y/n) didn’t even spare him another glance as she rounded the car, eyes focused on the door of his home. “Sunshine.” Raymond shrugged off his coat. “The shoes.”

His words got stuck in his throat, her icy glance burned right through him, instantly shutting him up. Demonstratively she took another step into his living room, heels screeching against the floor, knowing how much he hated her in that very moment.

Hate that was double-sided.

Without having to thoroughly search for it (y/n) found the bottle of whisky she was looking for, placed where it always had been placed, as if Raymond would ever break his own routine, the rules he’d play by. She poured herself a glass, trying to ignore how his eyes wandered up and down her frame, seemingly confused by her behaviour. Just as he opened his mouth to speak (y/n) began to undo the buttons of her blouse, exposing the black lace bra she was wearing.

“What are you doing, sunshine?” Raymond cleared his throat, failing to rip his eyes off her chest. “I have exactly-” her gaze fell down to the watch on her wrist “-45 minutes till I have to be back in my office. 25 minutes for you to fuck me raw, an apologetic gesture of course.”

“Of course.” Raymond repeated, hands snapping towards her forearms, he pulled her against his lips, tongues battling for victory, hands hastily undressing one another. “Want me to show you how sorry I am? How much I missed you? Fucking Fletcher, he got his punishment, don’t you worry sunshine.” Raymond gave her a push backwards, pressed her against his leather sofa, spreading her legs for him to settle in between.

Her eyelids fluttered close, lips parted to let her sounds roll off her tongue, hands searching for his shoulders, pulling him in for another kiss. “I’m waiting Ray, the clock is ticking.” Without replying he finally sunk into her heat, she was wet enough for him to effortlessly spread her walls.

The all too familiar, though pleasurable burn overtook her, head falling against the fabric of his sofa, legs wrapped around his waist. Ray was set on a fast pace, they couldn’t waste any time, desperate for their releases, a quick fuck to get their anger, their hurt out of their systems.

And fuck her he did.

In a matter of a few moments she was a panting mess, naked, sweaty body pressed against his, toes curled, she could almost taste her sweet release on her tongue. Ray groaned a few words, adding to the buzzing atmosphere, “you needy slut, couldn’t even go three days without me could you?” No she truly couldn’t, she was completely mesmerised by him, just as addicted as he was.

“Ray don’t you stop.” (Y/n) cried out, nails piercing through the soft skin on his shoulders, marking him up like she’d usually do. “Don’t you worry sunshine, let go, give in.” She followed his command, walls tightly clenched around him, giving him the last push, exactly what he was thirsting for.

He released himself into her, groaning and moaning for her, head nuzzled into the crook of her neck. “‘M sorry.” His raspy voice made her smile, fingers combing through his hair, “it’s alright, just don’t ever invite Fletcher into your home again”.

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okay so re: smutless long fics, I’ve tried to compile a list of fics as close to 50k words as possible since that’s the wordcount the anon cited and tbh my friends there really are not that many that I personally have read but I did my best. All fics under the cut are over 30k and have either been verified good by me or my trusted friends

delete this transmission by @anxietycalling: 67k mashton sci-fi. I reread this one recently and it’s just as amazing the second time around I very highly recommend it

“Yeah,” he says, catching sight of his reflection in the dimly reflective surface and running fingers through his hair to fluff it up. And instead of getting on the mag-train home like he wants to, he catches the northbound train to the greenlawn with Calum. “You know, I think I might not go through with it,” he tells his best friend, meaning his activation. They sit together across from the back doors of the car and watch the adverts for an upcoming showing of ‘Titanic’ at the interactive theater. While Calum sits beside him silently he gnaws on a thumbnail and wonders whether it’s too late to get his money back.

“You can’t go back on it now,” Calum tells him.

And it’s true: His payment has already been processed, the credits removed from his profile. The invoice showed up in his e-net overnight and he’d added it to his encrypted folder. “It’s just - weird,” he says, weighing each of the words on his tongue before he speaks. “To be in charge of another person like that. I don’t want that responsibility.”

I’m a Falling Star by @pixiegrl: 55k lashton fantasy, very cute and sweet

A philosopher once asked, “Are we human because we gaze at the stars or do we gaze at them because we are human?” Pointless really. “Do the stars gaze back?” Now that’s a question.

Or: Ashton’s a shop boy setting out on a adventure to find a star to help grant a wish. Luke’s a star crashed to Earth looking for some help to get back home. They’re both in for more adventure than they bargained for.

I Wanna Sleep Next to You... by milecgv: 54k malum college au. I read it over a year ago but I’m pretty sure I enjoyed it then

"Cuddle buddies, how can I help you?"

Pausing, Calum thought, he could just hang up. Get over the moment of weakness and face the rest of the night alone. He could do it. But the idea of spending one more second alone, brought a fresh pang of hurt to his heart and really, he couldn't bear it. Before his thought process could spiral out of control, the calm voice repeated itself.

"Um, yeah. I-, I need someone to-" He cut himself off because really, how was he going to phrase this?

Chuckling softly, the man on the other line interjected. "Sir, do you need someone to cuddle you?"

Shit, it was now or never. "Yeah. I-uh, I do." His voice came out so small, and he really hoped the man on the other side wouldn't pick up on how desperate he was.

~~~

Calum gets the opportunity to live out his dreams in New York City but it proves too much for him, and on a lonely night he ends up calling the professional cuddle service he swore he'd never call.

those are the only three completed fics over 50k that I personally can vouch for, but here are a few more longer ones I’ve read and I’ll link some over 50k that have gotten good reviews from my friends after those.

Destination: Perth by onlythevoid: 34k lashton

The stranger swung into the seat next to him and sighed contentedly. Luke stole a glance from under his hat. It was a boy with light-brown messy hair, reminiscent of surfers Luke saw on the beach in Brisbane - he had a t-shirt on and black jeans, and fade-tint round-frame sunglasses propped on his straight nose.

The stranger caught Luke’s eyes.

“Hey?” The stranger asked. Shouldn’t have looked at him, Luke thought. Too late.

The stranger had set his sunglasses on his head and was peering below Luke’s cap. “Dude. You look terrible. Are you okay?”

Oh, so the stranger was one of those guys. Too friendly and ever-inquisitive. Yes, Luke looked like shit; he’d been crying for an hour at a time, every few hours, and all he’d had to eat in the past two days was some wet broccoli at the hospital and a bag of chips he’d bought that morning in Brisbane, and there were bruises all up and down his right arm from a car crash he wished he’d died in.

Luke didn’t say any of that. He prayed his voice would be steady and said, “Yes. Thanks.”

The messy-haired boy did not seem convinced. After a pause, he offered, “My name’s Ashton, by the way.”

hello, hello by @clumsyclifford: 30k lashton

For one long, blinking minute, Luke stares at Ashton and wonders if he’s hallucinating. Because that’s definitely Ashton. That’s Ashton Irwin, his former best friend from Sunny Days, the show they co-starred on as children.

But it’s also definitely Ashton Fletcher, professional film actor worth many millions, possibly hundreds of millions, of dollars, standing on his doorstep, wind ruffling his hair.

Now for the fics that I haven’t read but can confidently say are good through a rigorous peer review system (aka I have friends who read them/I have read and enjoyed other works by these people)

home is wherever you are tonight by @lifewasradical: 72k lashton. this one is on my tbr, I have only heard good things, and I’ve read other things by Amanda and trust her as a writer

Life has become so mundane in the past few years that there’s very little that sends a thrill up Luke’s spine anymore. It’s that idea that had him saying yes to the idea of moving out here for a few weeks anyways: the knowledge that this was a completely new place where no one knew his name. He could be anyone he wanted to be here, within reason. He wouldn’t be seeing any of these people again after May, so what’s the harm in becoming a new person for a bit? Someone not so bogged down by the shit in their head that they can’t get out of bed some mornings. Maybe this is a step in the direction of the person Luke wants to be in the future anyways.

Or, Luke inherits a beach house on a tiny costal island that needs some work. He didn't plan on falling in love with the guy at the hardware store.

world war series by prettyluke: 58k lashton historical au. Megs really likes this one and I trust her judgement

Even after months of seeing bodies ripped apart by bullets and bombs, Ashton still isn't prepared to be ripped apart by the fragile German soldier who has seen far more than any child should.

and

Luke shows up in Britain after 25 years right in time for World War Two to start, and Ashton has been waiting for someone to yank him from his melancholy since Christmas of 1914.

i’ll keep on fighting (just to make you believe) by @squishmichael: 33k muke I have heard good things about this one, have read other works by Taylor and trust them as a writer, and also I did skim this one when it first came out and it’s good I just need to sit down and fully read while paying attention

“Hi, Mike,” Luke says softly.

Michael might have cried from hearing his voice so clearly, not through a phone line, but instead his smile just gets bigger and bigger until his cheeks hurt.

“Hey, Luke,” he replies before throwing himself at Luke, arms looping around his neck and holding tight.

“Easy there, tiger,” Luke says with a chuckle, but he hugs Michael back.

It feels so different, all the shapes and sizes wrong, yet Michael has never felt so at home, melting right into the hug. Luke still fits so perfectly against him despite everything. Because it’s them, and they’re meant to be, and Michael never wants to let go.

In which Luke is finally coming home to Australia for the summer after two years, and everything should be perfect. Michael quickly realizes nothing is.

Under the High Low Lights I See You There by @pixiegrl: 33k lashton 90s bar au. I have heard a lot of good things and I have read and enjoyed Emily’s writing

Luke moves onto cleaning the glasses, sneaking glances over at him, admiring the open blue flannel he’s wearing with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his chest in the white tank top he’s wearing and the pull of it over his muscles, the acid wash denim pants straining over his thighs. He’s attractive and Luke knows he shouldn’t be looking, shouldn’t be so obvious in his stares, but he can’t help it. The man was made to be admired.

Or: It’s the summer of 1996 in New York City when Luke meets Ashton at his bar. Things aren’t always as they seem.

He Did Ballet by @kaleidoscopeminds: 34k cake. people love this one and meg is a great writer

Like the way he danced, everything in Luke's life was perfectly placed, an allegro exercise all on beat, an enchainment with no mistakes. The last thing he needed was a distraction, something to pull his attention away and make him stumble, like losing your spot during a series of fouettés. He glances back towards the bar and sees Calum still looking in his direction. Luke catches his eye again by mistake for just a second too long and Calum smiles slowly and winks at him. Luke shivers slightly and already feels slightly unbalanced. Calum is definitely not a good idea.

Luke's life is perfectly on track. He is about to get everything he's ever wanted, to become a Principal dancer for the Royal Ballet. He's focused, determined and nothing will get in his way. Then he meets Calum, a smooth-tongued barman with dangerous eyes, and suddenly not everything's so simple.

The Sun Is Burning Down Los Angeles by @burstingsunrise: 40k cake. have heard good things and Molly is a good writer

Calum probably signed a form saying he wouldn’t fall in love with the lead singer of the band. And he really doesn’t want to. What a cliché. It’s just…people get famous for a reason. This guy got famous for all the reasons.

***

Calum moves to LA to work for 5SOS.

#fic rec #there really are not that many (good quality) smutless works over 50k #like less than I thought lol #and i think that the over 50k is key here #because i've seen other fic recs with like. 20k fics on them but that's not a TRUE longfic yknow #like none of my fics should be considered a longfic I don't think. unmute will eventually but that's not finished #anyway feel free to add any smutless fics over 50k that y'all know of that i missed!

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incorrectbandofbrothersquotes · 3 years ago

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You Better, You Better, You Bet - Chapter 6

Adore You

Ron Speirs x Juliet Fletcher

Summary: Juliet Fletcher reaches a breaking point in her life. When she is at her absolute lowest, she meets Ron Speirs, and something happens between them that neither of them will ever forget.

Word Count: 4.2k

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A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this update!

Warning(s): The beginning of this is just a touch NSFW, but nothing explicit. Also, mentions of abuse and later abortion.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

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Chapter 6 here we go!!!

Sunlight pooled into the room above the Blue Boar, warming the skin of the two bodies tangled up in the sheets upon the bed. It illuminated for Juliet all the places Ron had touched her the night before, the memory of it as electrifying and sensual as the moment itself. She stirred to look up at his sleeping face, goosebumps erupting over her as she recalled the number of times she’d whined his name as he drew climax after climax out of her. It made her squirm against him now from her spot tucked into his side. No one had ever made love to her like that before, and she found herself hungry for more already.

To steady herself, she listened to his heart, counting the beats coming steady and strong. It didn’t help quell the ache between her thighs because she just remembered bracing herself against that firm chest as she straddled and rode him. Face growing warm with all the images of their tryst, she shifted again. This time, enough to wake him.

“Morning,” he said, voice raspy with sleep. “‘M surprised you’re up. Must not have done my job right.”

“Believe me, you did more than enough,” she returned, pressing her lips to his chest, right beside the faint marks from her fingers. Her own voice was a bit hoarse as well, but she had used it quite a bit during the evening.

“I see,” he smirked. “You want more then.”

Very few people could make Juliet Fletcher blush, but that made her cheeks burn. He was right after all. Even with everything they had done, she was eager to have him again. And again and again and again…

“Shut up,” she grumbled.

“Fine,” he said with a shrug. “Tell me what you’d rather I do with my mouth.”

She giggled at that, biting her lip as she considered his offer. “I want it on mine.”

True to his word, he said nothing, but pulled her close for a deep, heated kiss. Their lips were still slightly swollen from the night before, but it didn’t stop them. There was no rush this morning, just gentle exploration, soft moans, and slow hands.

As his mouth trailed from her jawline to her collarbone, he stopped, something on her skin standing out to him - something he hadn’t noticed in the night. A circular, red scar where her collarbone met her shoulder. He gently touched it with his index finger.

“Birthmark?” he guessed, but something in his gut told him he was wrong.

She shook her head. “Scar. The cigar was a pretty typical threat for Dad, but he made good on it once when I got carried away with back chat. And Billy wasn’t around.”

His face shifted just slightly when his jaw stiffened and his mouth turned down. “How old were you?”

“Ten,” she told him. “I don’t even remember what I said or why we were fighting. But I remember the pain, that’s for sure.”

He met her gaze. “You’re awfully casual about something like that.”

“It was so long ago,” she returned with half a shrug. “Honestly, I forget it’s there most of the time. And he’s gone now.”

The way she averted her eyes told him it bothered her more than she was letting on, but he didn’t pry. Instead, he pressed his lips to the scar in a display of tenderness that nearly took her breath away. It did not erase what her father had done, but it felt more healed than it ever had before.

After their morning round, they decided they needed food or they’d never be able to keep this up. So they headed downstairs.

Juliet hummed through most of breakfast, which was a stroke to Ron’s ego, but he didn’t mention it. He just watched her pop a bit of food into her mouth and do her little in-seat dance that was fucking precious in his opinion and appreciated that he was with her. It seemed odd that the last time they’d had breakfast, they were perfect strangers. Just a few weeks later, they knew each other...well, intimately.

“Why the book?” he asked suddenly.

She looked at him mid-bite into some toast. “Hm?”

“Why did the book make you kiss me?” he said.

“It really wasn’t the book to be perfectly honest,” she said, setting the toast back on her plate. “It was what you did to get it.”

He cocked his head to the side questioningly as he took a sip of his coffee.

“The whole making up multiple bidders, and choosing Humphrey Bogart as the winning name,” she explained. “And then how much you paid for it. No one’s ever done anything like that for me before.”

“No way,” he returned. “Not even when you were engaged?”

She shook her head. “Arthur was...a very self-centered man. He wasn’t unkind, but he had a role he wanted me to fulfill. And I was expected to do it without him putting in any effort to keep me there. I think...he always thought I was lucky to have him. So he never took on any grand gestures.”

“I’d hardly call bidding on your book a grand gesture,” he replied, unsure what else to say to that. Putting effort into someone you liked? Wasn’t that setting the bar a little low? That felt like the bare minimum. He had always thought of love as two people sort of earning each other, and continuing to prove that they cared.

“It was to me,” she said, her voice soft and just a smidge quieter than usual. Which told him she was really touched by what he’d done. It didn’t surprise him since apparently the only man who had never let her down was her brother. “Thank you.”

“Well, don’t get too mushy, I mostly did it so I can make fun of you,” he said, lightening the mood.

She snorted. “You’ll get loads of material from that, trust me.”

“You’re not afraid of what I’ll find?” he asked.

“I’m not afraid of anything,” she shot back, a determined gleam in her eye.

For a moment, he believed her. She did seem to put almost her whole self out there for the world to see, so ready to take a risk. With the father she had and the heartbreak she’d endured, it would have been especially understandable for her to be afraid of everything and everyone. But she took the world head on, and had even opened herself up to him, without once asking him for any sort of promise for a future. She was so remarkable to him, he just sat back and admired her. Until she froze and the color drained from her face.

“Jules?”

She didn’t answer him, she only stared at a spot on the table, eyes fixed on something in the middle. He followed her gaze and saw a small spider, maybe a couple centimeters long, creeping across the wood.

“Juliet?”

“Fucking shit!” she cried, leaping from her seat. The chair scraped against the floor before toppling onto its side as she scampered away, pressing her body into the wall on the other side of the pub. “Ron, you have to kill it!”

He gaped at her, utterly astounded. “Are you serious?”

Her ghost-like complexion told him she was, but she nodded her head anyway, eyes wide with paralyzing fear.

“Spiders?” he questioned. “That’s what gets you?”

“They’re creepy!” she insisted. “It’s perfectly normal to be -”

“It’s the size of a -”

“I DON’T GIVE A GOOD GODDAMN HOW BIG IT IS, RON, JUST KILL THE BLOODY THING!”

Resisting the urge to laugh, he picked up a napkin and slapped it down over the spider, wiping it away before balling it up and walking it over to a trash bin to dispose of the remains. When the coast was clear, he approached her and she shuddered.

“Ugh, I still feel it on me,” she said.

“It never touched you,” he reminded her.

She scowled. “Look at my face.”

“I am looking at your face.”

“Does it look like I want to be sassed?”

“It does not.”

“Then keep your little opinions to yourself.”

“Not an opinion,” he returned. “It really didn’t touch you.”

“What did I just say?” she shot back.

“You’re being unreasonable,” he said.

“Okay, and?”

He rolled his eyes. “Let’s just finish breakfast.”

“No way!” she cried. “I’m not going back over there, what if there are more of them?”

“There aren’t.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do, actually, I was just there.”

“Can’t we just leave?” she asked.

“Juliet, I promise if there are any more spiders, I will kill them just as swiftly and mercilessly as this one,” he said. “Let’s finish our meal.”

She eyed him skeptically, as if at any moment he would open up his jacket to reveal a secret stash of spiders just waiting to assault her, but he only held out his hand. Reluctantly, she took it and allowed him to lead her back to the table. He resumed his seat right away, but she inspected hers first. Satisfied there were no more spiders, she sat.

He sipped his coffee. “So, is it just spiders or all bugs?”

“Spiders, mostly,” she answered. “Other bugs I can take care of myself.”

“Why spiders, then?”

“It’s just a thing,” she said with a shrug. “I can’t explain it.”

He could have argued there was a lot about her that couldn’t be explained, but decided against pointing that out. He just took another sip of coffee. She reached for her fork.

“Juliet, wait!” he said urgently. “I think I see another one!”

She screamed and hurled the fork away from her. It soared over to the adjacent table and clattered onto it before skidding to a stop. She looked over at it, chest heaving with her frightened breaths. Incidentally, it was free of any creatures. She glowered at Ron and the infuriating smirk on his face.

“That’s not funny,” she grumbled.

“It’s a little funny,” he returned.

“I loathe you right now.”

“I can live with that.”

She snatched his fork from in front of him and used it instead. “You’re a bully.”

“Eat your eggs,” he replied.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” she retorted.

He shot her a steely look, and she stuck her tongue out at him before taking a bite of her eggs. She chewed and swallowed.

“That’s a good dad look you’ve got there,” she said. “D’you use it on your subordinates?”

“Dad look?” he questioned.

“Y’know, the stern look,” she said. “You pull it off well.”

“You seeing that as paternal is only a little bit disturbing,” he replied.

“That’s fair,” she conceded. “I didn’t have the best example.”

“I’d say you probably had one of the worst,” he said.

“Wouldn’t fight you there.”

“To answer your question, if my men disappoint me, I make it known, in whatever way the situation calls for,” he said.

“That’s...vague,” she said.

He only shrugged again before he changed the subject. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?”

“I’m actually taking the train to Trowbridge to interview the defense attorney for the Lee case,” she said. “I should be back by this evening, though.”

“You want some company?” he offered. “We don’t have any training going on today.”

She blinked. “Really?”

“Sure,” he said. “Despite your attitude, I kinda like spending time with you.”

“Flattering,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I actually...would love that. Thank you.”

Once again, something so basic was - to her - going above and beyond. It was clear to him that Juliet had become accustomed to a certain level of interest in her, and it was low. He hoped to prove otherwise.

***

Trowbridge was not much bigger than Aldbourne, there was just more going on since it was the capital of the county. Juliet was meeting the defense attorney at his office, and she confessed to Ron she was a bit nervous about the interview. He wasn’t an attorney that worked for the government, he was in private practice. His name was Harvey Cooper, and when Juliet had done some background on him, she discovered he was well-known for cases like the Lee case. He had actually sought out Meredith Fisher when the police report came through about Peggy’s body. There was a lot that could go wrong, but Ron reminded her that there was also a lot that could go well.

They arrived at the office, where they were greeted by a secretary. Harvey emerged from his office with a smile that would have been more appropriate for a salesman than a defense attorney for a murder case. He shook Juliet’s hand, accepted without question that Ron was her photographer, and took them back to his office. He gave a brief, cheerful tour of the place, explaining that he’d done some updating, but was limited because of the war. Juliet and Ron exchanged a surprised look at the man’s chipper disposition.

“Well, Miss Fletcher, I must say I’m surprised you’re working this story,” Harvey said as they all took seats in his office, Juliet and Ron on one of the desk, and Harvey on the other. “I read some past issues of the London Pursuit, and saw you were an entertainment writer.”

“Yes,” she said gracefully. “I got a bit of a promotion, you see, with the majority of the men otherwise occupied.”

“Sure, sure,” Harvey replied. “Of course, in my line of work, I’m more than aware of what women are capable of.”

Ron watched Juliet’s careful disguise of her distaste to that remark. She forced a smile and tucked her hair behind her ear, before retrieving her notepad and pencil from her bag.

“Certainly,” she said. “Which brings me to the point at hand. I’ve spoken to the prosecution about Meredith Fisher’s case, and the evidence is really strong. How do you plan to plead?”

“Not guilty,” Harvey answered simply.

“On what grounds?” she asked, unsurprised by that answer.

“Institutional failure,” he said.

That took her aback. She blinked for a moment and sat back in her seat. “Institutional failure?”

“Absolutely,” he said. “Operation Pied Piper was under prepared and under planned. According to my research, no one vetted any of the families who agreed to take in children. If you signed up, you were approved, no questions asked.”

Juliet’s brow furrowed. “While that’s certainly interesting, it doesn’t absolve Mrs. Fisher of responsibility for her individual actions. No other unvetted family has done this.”

“But they could have,” he insisted. “I believe Mrs. Fisher is being made into a scapegoat for something that could have reasonably happened to any number of the children who were part of the program.”

She stared at him for a long moment, and Ron watched her. He could see the wheels turning in her head as she tried to make sense of what she was hearing. Ron didn’t quite understand it either - it was a flimsy argument.

“Are you...are you taking the piss?” she questioned.

“Not in the slightest,” Harvey said.

“Mr. Cooper, that argument is generally only used in civil cases for things like job termination,” she said. “This is murder. And it didn’t happen to any of the other children. Mrs. Fisher isn’t a stand in for something that’s been happening nationwide, this is a single instance.”

“But, if the committee in Parliament had done its job, Peggy Lee would never have gone to the Fisher home,” he said.

“Why?” Juliet pressed. “Does Mrs. Fisher have a record of violence?”

“No, but one interview could have told them that she had no children of her own,” he said. “They never could conceive - a naturally devastating thing for a woman. Who would trust her with a child after discovering that?”

She froze, and Ron watched something flash behind her eyes. A storm was brewing inside her, a hellish anger at the implication there. He didn’t agree with what Harvey was saying either, but that was just the sort of comment that set Juliet off.

“Your entire argument is childless women being unhinged simply because they are childless,” she said, and there was a strain on her voice to keep it level. “There are plenty of women who cannot have children who do not go around murdering other people’s, myself included. Your head is up your ass if you think this will be an acceptable defense in a court of law!”

It took Ron a moment to fully absorb what she had just admitted. He wondered for a fleeting second if Juliet was bluffing, but she was too ethical. In situations like this, she wouldn’t lie - not about something so serious. He also wondered if it was something he could ask her about, but that was a conversation for later.

“Any doctor would diagnose her as unstable,” Harvey said, face darkening. “And I don’t appreciate your tone, Miss Fletcher.”

“I don’t appreciate your ignorance, Mr. Cooper,” she shot back. “She wasn’t diagnosed as anything except woman, and that was by you, not a doctor.”

“Hold on -”

“So if I - I dunno - leapt over this desk and strangled you,” she cut across him, and Ron held back a laugh. “You would reasonably expect another attorney to argue that it’s the responsibility of the London Pursuit because they should have known, say, that my ex-fiancée was an attorney therefore I’m more likely to kill one? Because scorned women are known to be more furious?”

“That’s not the same.”

“It’s exactly the same, only in your case, worse,” she snapped. “A child is dead, and you are making a mockery of the fight for justice.”

“I’m doing my job -”

“Your job should entail getting Mrs. Fisher evaluated by a doctor and arguing down her sentence based on her mental capacity,” she returned. “Instead, you are reducing her to a monster because she is unable to give birth.”

“I’m not -”

“Even if it were true - which it isn't,” she interrupted him again. “It would still be her own fault for putting her hands on a child!”

Harvey slammed his hands down on his desk, which prompted Ron to get to his feet, but Juliet didn’t even flinch. She stared that lawyer down as if they were in the courtroom already and she was the cross examiner. She was so unafraid it was almost difficult to believe that just hours ago a little spider had sent her running across the room.

“Miss Fletcher,” Harvey said levelly, casting a sideways glance at Ron. “You clearly came into this interview with your mind made up about my client and this case. I must ask you to leave.”

She stood up. “You’re right, I did come in here with my mind made up,” she said. “But that’s because I’ve got the facts. Unlike you, Mr. Cooper, I do not rely on drollery to do my job.”

“That’s a bold statement coming from a woman -”

“Do not ever reduce me to my sex, Mr. Cooper,” she snapped. “Yours certainly will not protect you from being intentionally stripped of your dignity.”

With that, she turned on her heel and swept out of the office. Harvey stood up. He went around his desk and started after her.

“Hold on, what does that mean?!” he called.

Ron intercepted him at the doorway, stopping Harvey with a hand to the chest.

“No,” Ron said simply, with a warning look. It went without saying that Ron had about fifty pounds on Harvey, so if he followed them out, there would be consequences. When that was well understood, Ron went after Juliet.

She was already outside by the time he caught up, and she was waiting for him. The wind blew her hair, and he was briefly struck by how attractive she looked. He was already aroused by how she did in the interview. When he wasn’t on the receiving end of her ranting, it really was something. It was something when he was, but ultimately more enjoyable when it was directed at someone else. Because he could just sit back to watch her go and admire her.

“Well done back there,” he said.

“What an absolute wanker,” she said. “Institutional failure, what a fucking joke. And how insulting for Mrs. Fisher. Everyone deserves a lawyer who takes them seriously. And he clearly doesn’t.”

He only nodded in agreement. “What did you mean by the dignity stripping comment?”

“I can’t print anything about this until the trial happens, but believe me, that conversation will be included in the article,” she said. “I’m not normally one to get set on taking someone down, but if he seeks cases like this out just to pull stunts like that, the public should be aware.”

Her face was red with frustration and her pace had quickened. Luckily, Ron had no trouble keeping up since his strides were longer than hers. His own heart was racing, but mostly out of his excitement about her. When there was a break in the buildings, he grabbed her by the arm and yanked her into the alleyway, pinning her against the wall. He stifled her yelp of surprise with a searing kiss. He wanted to show her how much he felt for her. She was smart, passionate, and annoyingly ethical, but he adored her. Seeing her in action only reinforced just how much.

She moaned into his mouth before they broke apart for air, but clung to his jacket so he wouldn’t get too far away. Her eyes took a moment to re-focus on him after the dizzying intensity of his kiss.

“You’re incredible,” he breathed.

She searched his face for something behind his words, but found him genuine. “Thank you.”

She bit her lip as she looked him up and down, that hunger from the morning returning to her. She craved him again, and when he smirked she knew he was aware of the effect he had.

“God, what’s wrong with me?” she sighed, shaking her head.

“Plenty, but I really like you anyway,” he returned, and she beamed. “You wanna get back to Aldbourne?”

She nodded eagerly. “God, yes.”

He turned to get onto the street again, but she pulled him back for another kiss, this one just a little longer than the last.

It was on the train back to Aldbourne that he decided to inquire about what he heard her say in Harvey’s office. Her head rested on his shoulder as the countryside whizzed by, slowly disappearing as the sun sank behind the horizon. He looked at the yellow glow on her face and couldn’t help himself.

“You really can’t have children?” he asked.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. “Oh, crikey, I almost forgot I mentioned that.”

“You don’t have to talk about it if -”

“No, it’s quite alright,” she assured him as she sat up. “We are sleeping together, so you’ve got a right to know.” She paused and looked down at her lap before continuing. “I was pregnant once. By a man I’d been seeing only a few weeks. But I was nineteen years old and terrified of what life would be like with a child I didn’t really want.” She fiddled with the handles of her bag. “So I made the decision to terminate. Only, something went wrong, and I was told because of the mistake, I’d be unable to have children. That’s the long and short of it.”

The confession should have been shocking, but he found himself remarkably indifferent. He wanted to know more about it, but the act itself did not bother him in the slightest.

“Did you tell the father?” he wondered.

She shook her head. “No. I’d made up my mind and I didn’t want him to try and persuade me to change it.”

“So you went alone?” he asked.

“No, Billy took me,” she told him. “No questions asked. He was the only one who understood.”

“Understood?”

“I wasn’t ready for marriage or a child,” she explained. “I had so much more I wanted to do with my life.” She met his gaze. “And I’ve done it.”

“So, no regrets, then?” he questioned hesitantly.

She pondered that, glancing out the window before looking back at his face. “Not really, no. I’m not suited for motherhood, anyway.” She bit her lip. “Is that...is that a problem?”

Honestly, he had not thought much about the future, especially since the war started. It was dangerous to hope. Juliet had awakened some of that in him - some glimmer of faith that he could go to war and come back to her. But children? He had never thought that far ahead, so life without them didn’t feel like a disappointment. He just wanted her.

“No, not at all,” he replied.

She visibly relaxed at that, letting out a low breath before easing herself back into his side. Before she got there, he took her chin between his thumb and forefinger and made her look at him once more.

“And by the way, we’re more than just sleeping together,” he said, and he kissed her smile.

She settled against him and closed her eyes. He draped his arm around her shoulders. They were content.

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dont-cry2020 · 5 years ago

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“Too Early for Another One?”

Harry Styles x Reader

//Dad! Harry realizes that his baby girl isn’t his baby girl anymore, and you reminisce on your past together//

//LOTS of fluff, a tiny bit of angst, and mentions of smut but no actual smut//

//This ones really long oops hehe 2,725 words//

It seems like just yesterday when Harry’s oldest daughter was born. He remembers how brave you were, painfully giving birth to a beautiful baby girl. He remembers how overwhelmed he felt as she let her first tiny cry. He couldn’t help but choke back a sob at the sight of her. She was wholly you and Harry together, and he couldn’t wait to have more kids with you.

The name Margot was your idea; you had always loved the name, and the French influence reminded you of Harry. Not to mention she had her father’s green eyes and, you would come to learn, his unruly hair. Harry had loved the idea of Margot. He thought it was beautiful, just like you, he told you, his baby girl gripping his finger as his other arm was thrown across your shoulders, holding the most beautiful baby you had ever laid eyes on.

Anne, Margot’s middle name, was Harry’s doing. He liked having his mother present in his daughter’s name, especially seeing as she taught him everything he needed to know about babies when she learned about y/n’s pregnancy. Even the more ~gruesome~ details. Harry was thankful nonetheless; fatherhood terrified him. Although, you never hesitated to tell him how amazing of a father he was to your children.

Especially after you had three more...

Harry really couldn’t help himself back then. He’d go on tour for two weeks at a time, flying back to spend time with his family. He’d always say, “Too early for another one?” after he put the kids to bed, and you would just slap his arm and roll your eyes.

It was a Friday night at the Styles’ residence, and you were busy in the kitchen cooking dinner and entertaining your two-year-old, Fletcher, as your ten-year-old, Matt, chased your six-year-old, Piper, around the house.

Harry puts his keys in the front door, ruffling his hair as he walks into the large foyer and kicks his shoes off.

“Matt! Put that down and stop chasing your sister!” Harry chuckles under his breath as he hears your frustration.

“I’m home!” he shouts, just loud enough for the kids in the kitchen to come running towards him. A string of “Daddy!”s are heard as they run into his arms.

“Hey guys,” Harry says enthusiastically, kissing his two kids on the head. “How was school?”

Harry smiles as Piper babbles on about the art project she did in Kindergarten today and Matt goes on about how his friend drank hot sauce in the school cafeteria. He ruffles his son’s hair, his smirk prominent from his kids’ amusing anecdotes.

You pad out of the kitchen, Fletcher on your hip, and smile at the gorgeous man laughing and talking with your kids. It was these moments that made you fall in love with Harry all over again. He was the best father any kid could ask for, and he always made time for your children, even if it meant gunning it from the airport to make it to dance recitals and plays and award ceremonies. His job didn’t make it easy on him, but he always managed to spend as much time as possible with his family.

Harry finally looked up from his chattering kids, a tired smile meeting yours. His heart swells as he takes in your messy hair and flustered appearance, no doubt from trying to keep your three youngest from killing each other.

“Hi, beautiful,” Harry says, sauntering towards you with Piper and Matt at his side.

“Hi, Harry,” You say softly, pressing your lips to his.

“Ew!” Matt screams, running upstairs, Piper at his heels.

“No running in the house!” Harry shouts up the stairs, his lips still twisted in a wide grin, before pressing his lips to your forehead and taking Flecther from you. Harry follows you into the kitchen, sighing at the smell of dinner cooking on the stove.

“It smells delicious in here, y/n,” he says, bouncing your youngest on his hip and making funny faces at him. “Doesn’t it, Fletch?” Harry uses his ‘baby voice’, and it makes you melt.

You lean against the counter, pouring yourself a glass of wine and offering one to Harry, with which he happily obliges.

“Thank you, Har,” you say, pouring him a glass of Rose and kissing him on the cheek. “and thank you, Fletch.” You kiss your baby boy on the cheek too, and he laughs at you, making you and Harry smile.

“How was your day?” you ask your husband, tending to the food on the stove. Harry thinks for a moment, opening his mouth and closing it, furrowing his brow.

“Where’s Margot?” He asks, a frown drawn up on his tanned face. You purse your lips at his comment.

“She’s probably just in her room, face-timing that boy she likes.”

Harry’s eyes widen. He was not aware that his baby girl liked a boy. “She what? She’s 16!”

You roll your eyes, chuckling at his father-like instincts.

“Harry,” you scold, pulling what smelled so good out of the oven. “We met when I was 16, remember? And you were 17.”

Harry chokes on his wine, having to take a moment to compose himself. Memories of you and him as teenagers flood through his head. “Shit,” he curses under his breath. You give him a scolding look and he mutters a ‘sorry’, after glancing at the toddler still bouncing on his hip.

“Can you go get the kids for dinner, please?” you ask him, taking Fletcher from him.

“ ‘Course, baby,” he says, sauntering out of the kitchen. You hum softly to yourself as you set the table for five people, placing Flecther on his high chair next to you.

Harry goes up the stairs, first stopping in Piper’s room and then going to Matt’s, telling them that it’s time for dinner. He chuckles at how Matt consistently chases Piper everywhere they go.

Harry stops in front of Margot’s door, going to knock, but stopping his fist from hitting the wood when he hears strange noises coming from inside her room. Harry presses his ear to the door and listens. It wasn’t abnormal to hear talking or loud music coming from his daughter’s room, and she liked to keep her door closed so her younger brother wouldn’t go through her things. These sounds, though, were certainly not talking or music.

Harry felt his face pale at the moans coming from the other side of the door. Not his daughter. His sweet baby girl. He felt like he was going to be sick.

And then the rage set in.

He lets his fist rap against the door, before barging into the room.

A boy whom Harry had never seen before was on top of his daughter. Margot shrieked, grabbing the sheet and covering herself. The boy’s eyes were wide with horror as he stumbled around the room, looking for his pants.

“Get your clothes on and come downstairs. You have five minutes,” Harry says through gritted teeth, slamming the bedroom door behind him.

Harry felt like he had failed as a father.

The worst feeling is when you don’t have control over a situation, and Harry knew that feeling all too well.

His baby girl, his first child, the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on (besides you, of course) was losing her virginity at 16. What if that wasn’t her first time? What if?

Harry slid down the wall, his head buried in his hands.

“Fuck,” he swore. What if I was too hard on them? Should I have just let them finish? Thoughts run through his head and he tugs at his hair.

“Harry?” you call from the bottom of the stairs. You amble up the tall staircase when you don’t receive an answer. His large body is propped up against the wall, crumpled in a ball with his hands covering his face. You fall to his side, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” you comfort your husband, kissing the top of his head and squeezing him lightly. He removed his hands from his face, meeting your y/e/c eyes with his glassy green ones. You cup his jaw in your hands. “Hmm?”

“Do you remember when we first had sex?”

You let out a short laugh, puffing air out of your nose. “Yeah, I do,” you can’t help the smile that takes over your face as you recall the moment.

You were 16 and you had met Harry at a Starbucks in New York, of all places. He had ordered before you, and you couldn’t help but check out his broad back and the disheveled hair that topped his head. You ordered your coffee and stood by the counter next to the boy who ordered before you.

You recall how you would glance at him, and then he would glance at you when you turned away, and then you both did it at the same time, laughing and blushing at your silly antics.

“I’m Harry,” he had said, his British accent taking you by surprise.

“y/n,” you said, taking his large hand and shaking it. “What’s a Brit like you doing in New York City?” you ask him, smirking. You remember scanning his face and taking in his green eyes and pink lips.

You remember how your thoughts were interrupted as your name was called for your coffee. You hadn’t realized that Harry had already received his drink, and he was just waiting for you.

“I’m actually in a band,” he said, scratching the back of his neck and turning a little pink.

After that, he had asked what you were doing today because he had the day off. You said that you weren’t doing anything, just planning on going back to your apartment. He then asked you to give him a tour of the city, and you happily obliged.

The two of you exchanged numbers, and he promised to take you out on a proper date the next time he was in the city.

It was May when he met you, and by July, you were sure he had forgotten about you. But when he called, telling you that he was back and he wanted to see you, you were ecstatic.

He took you to dinner and then back to his hotel room where you spent the night, losing your virginity to him. He asked you to be his girlfriend and promised to call you every day.

Your daughter’s bedroom door bursts open, pulling you out of your thoughts. Harry bolts up from the floor and you do the same when you see the boy that follows her. Your eyes widen, finally realizing why Harry was upset.

“What’s going on here?” you say, fully aware of what’s going on from the bruise on Margot’s neck.

She clears her throat. “Mom, Dad,” she hesitates “this is Chris.” Chris nods, not meeting either of your eyes.

“Chris,” Harry says, anger flooding back into him. You look up at him, interlocking your fingers as a way to say ‘calm down’. He sighs.

“I suggest you go home.”

“Margot, why don’t you let Chris out, okay hun?” you say as softly as you can. She nods, silently leading the boy down the stairs.

Harry collapses in your arms, burying his nose in your neck and inhaling your sent. You laugh softly at him, wrapping your arms around his large body bent over into yours.

“Okay, ya big baby,” you joke, rubbing your hand up and down his back comfortingly. He mumbles something along the lines of ‘ ‘m not a baby’ into your neck before standing and straightening himself up.

You sigh and rub your hands over his shoulders, smoothing the fabric of the button up he wore to the studio today.

“How are we going to deal with this?” Harry looks tired. The bags under his eyes are heavy, his pink lips pressed into a pout.

“I don’t know,” he whispers, running ringed fingers through his hair. “ ‘M not mad about the whole ‘havin’ sex’ thing,” he says “ ‘m jus’... mad tha’ she didn’t talk to us first. ‘M baby girl,” he mumbles.

“I know,” you say, resting your head on his chest. “Your baby girl is grown up now, though. And, yeah, she should have talked to us first... But- we did stupid things back then too. Remember when I had to call my mom and tell her that I was staying with a friend when you were literally on top of me?”

Harry smiles at the memory. “Ye-yeah,” he chuckles “i do remember tha’”

Margot saunters up the stairs, looking around nervously. Harry releases you from his arms and looks at his daughter. He wraps his arms around her, taking her by surprise before she melts into her father’s embrace.

“I love you, Dad,” she says, making your heart melt at your husband and your daughter.

“I love you, too,” he says, pulling away and resting his hands on her shoulders.

Harry sighs, turning to look at you for help.

“Why don’t we go eat dinner and we talk about this later?” you say, grabbing your daughter's hand and giving it a squeeze. They nod and follow you down the stairs in silence.

Harry laughed as Fletcher babbled with food in his mouth, refusing to eat it.

“C’mon Fletch,” you say, pushing the spoon to his mouth. “Open up.”

Everyone at the table laughs as Fletcher refuses the spoon, making a mess on the high chair and his face.

“Guys, please put your plates in the dishwasher,” Harry says after everyone finishes eating. Harry gives you a nervous look and you kiss his cheek softly, muttering an ‘it’s going to be okay’ into his ear. He squeezes your hip lightly in acknowledgment.

You and Harry walk up the staircase and you peek into Margot’s room, lightly knocking on the wood of the door. She looks up and smiles, letting you come in.

You sit down on the bed next to her, Harry following suit and sitting next to you, patting your thigh.

“Margot,” you say, “I-,” you stumble for your word and look at Harry for help.

“I’m sorry,” Margot says, looking like she’s going to cry.

“No baby,” you say, wrapping her into a hug.

“Margot,” Harry says, kneeling in front of his daughter. “we’re not mad at you for...that,” he chuckles to himself. “Your mom and I have had our fair share of that.”

“Harry!” you blurt, smacking his arm. Margot groans.

“Dad, please don’t.”

“Sorry, sorry. ‘M jus’ sayin’. It’s natural. We jus’ wish you would’ve talked to us first.” Harry brushes her hair behind her ears. “Jus’ wan’ you to be safe.”

Margot nods, hugging her dad. “I know.”

It was getting late at this point, so you dismissed yourself from the room to put your other kids to bed.

You poured yourself another glass of wine (it was Friday, why not?) and changed into one of Harry’s shirts, snuggling into your king-sized bed and turning on the tv.

Harry carefully opens the door as to not wake you in case you were sleeping. He’s pleasantly surprised to find you snuggled up in one of his shirts, a glass of wine in your hand and another waiting for him.

He would never tell you this, but he loved it when you wore his clothes. Especially the silk button-ups that hung off your frame. It drove him crazy.

He unbuttons his shirt and strips down to his boxers, your eyes shamelessly checking him out. He dives into bed, making you shriek as he laughs at you, planting a kiss on your cheek. You hand him his glass and he takes his position next to you, wrapping a muscular tattooed arm around your shoulders.

“How’d it go?” you whisper, ghosting your fingers over his chest. His hand rests on your bare thigh, his shirt riding up a little bit, exposing the fabric of your panties.

“Good,” he says quietly. “Really good.”

He turns to face you, a sly grin on his face. You roll your eyes and place your glass of wine on the nightstand next to you.

“Too early for another one?”

You punch him on the shoulder as he climbs on top of you, trapping you in a sloppy kiss.

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heloisedaphnebrightmore · 4 years ago

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What they call home pt. 4|7 - Underlying feelings [Sirius Black x Reader]

Title: What they call home pt. 4|7 - Underlying feelings Pairing: Post Azkaban!Sirius Black x Female!Lestrange!Reader Word count: 1.5k Published: 12 November, 2020 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Notes: This was written for @wand3ringr0s3 ‘s writing challenge and also for a request I have received on Wattpad. It was supposed to be a one shot, but it turned into a series somehow. I have been getting carried away these days.

Disclaimer: I have dug myself very deep into the Black and Lestrange family just to make sure that there were no incest in the story. I went back 300 years, until 1700 and I can confirm Blacks have not been related to the Lestranges, except Bellatrix Lestrange (nee Black) marrying Rodolphus Lestrange around 1968-70, pre-Wizarding War I.

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Weeks passed by and Sirius and you started to warm up to each other. You still liked to rile each other up, but it has become more comical than annoying and you slowly started enjoy his company more and more.

As the order meeting of the day finished, you sat down with some of the members for a team building dinner to quote Albus. You have considered leaving and spending the rest of the night in your room, the suspicious gazes giving you a chill, but as soon as you headed out of the dining room, Sirius got hold of your wrist and stopped you.

“Stay.” He spoke, the room quieting down around you. You looked at the man as a small, inviting smile spread across his face, your heart taking on a faster pace, your wrist heating up where he held onto you.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” You breathed as you finally ripped your eyes away from the man and looked around the room. Albus was more than happy with your presence, whilst Molly gave you an apologetic, but approving look, her husband Arthur offering you a sweet smile. Nymphadora seemed a bit sceptical, but you could see she wasn’t against you joining them whilst Remus didn’t seem to mind as he has gotten used to your presence. However, Mundungus Fletcher, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Sturgis Podmore looked as though they wished you to disappear even from planet earth.

“Come, dear join us.” Molly quipped in as she placed another batch of cutlery and plates on the table right beside Sirius’ spot and from across her. You looked up at Sirius one more time in anticipation of an unspoken confirmation. He nodded and placed a hand behind your back, leading you forward, right beside the head of the table.

You tried to ignore how his proximity affected you, how his long fingers spread across your back caused tiny goosebumps to appear on your arms and neck, how his silent whisper of “It’s going to be fine” reassured you more than you wished it had.

You took a seat beside him and as everyone started eating an uncomfortable silence fell on the group of people, the only noise audible came from the cutleries and loud chewing.

However, the silence didn’t last long. People slowly fell into a conversation with each other. You overheard them mentioning something about an upcoming mission, but you couldn’t pay attention as Molly has averted your attention from the subject.

“My dear, how have you been feeling in this lovely house?” Molly said in a mocking tone from Sirius’ other side, which earned a rather annoyed groan from him. He didn’t necessarily have the best memories of the place, but it was still a home to him. You chuckled at his reaction, before you replied to Molly.

“I have been enjoying my time here to be honest.” You nodded as you took a spoonful of soup from your plate.

“I’m hoping Sirius hasn’t been causing you much trouble?” She asked as she sent a cheeky wink towards you.

“Well, he isn’t as insufferable as before, but still fairly annoying.” You replied matter-of-factly.

“I’m right here, don’t mind me.” Sirius shook his head as he took a bite of his chicken.

“We clearly don’t mind, Sirius.” You retorted with a soft giggle, which earned an eye roll from the man, but he couldn’t stop the soft smile from spreading across his face.

“Sirius, huh? Are we on a first name basis now?” He chuckled.

“Would you like me to call you Black?” You asked, but he quickly shook his head. “Then hush.” You giggled lightly, your eyes darting back to Molly.

“I’m glad you are getting along. I remember the first day you arrived, you were about to jump at each other’s throats.” She chuckled at the memory.

“I still feel like jumping at him on occasions.” You giggled, but it quickly died down as Sirius leaned closer, his lips brushing your ear, your face heating up at the proximity.

“Or on me.” He whispered. You felt your face burn under his seductive words, your heartbeat quickening in your ribcage as the air stuck in your lungs.

“Khm.” You cleared your throat, but no words left your lips. They just didn’t seem to want to come.

“Cat got your tongue, darling?” He teased, his breath beside your neck making you shiver. You were beyond flustered, you didn’t know how to react, so you chose the best option you knew. Pain. You quickly stepped on his foot under the table, causing the man to whine in pain. The table fell silent at the unexpected sound leaving the man’s lungs, but you wore the most innocent expression you could muster. “Why did you do that?” he asked, but you just shook your head.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” You shrugged with an innocent smile painted across your face. You turned towards Molly to continue your conversation, but the woman wore a playful grin and a suspicious gaze as she studied you and Sirius with her knowing eyes.

Sirius sent a deadly stare towards you, but you didn’t mind. You smiled innocently and continued the dinner as if nothing happened. But inside, inside you were craving more from him, to be closer to him, to be able to touch him. You knew you shouldn’t have such thoughts of him, but you couldn’t control the way you felt around him, the thoughts his mere presence caused you to have.

You didn’t want to think of the thoughts you had, but you couldn’t get them out of your head. How your hand would get lost in his big palm, how his growing stubble would feel against your skin, how his kiss would taste on your lips. You knew you were not supposed to have these thoughts, but you couldn’t control your curiosity.

The dinner didn’t last long, the order members disappeared quicker than you expected. Sirius has already gone up to his room, leaving you to walk the rest of the members, Arthur and Molly Weasley towards the exit.

“Could you please wait for me outside?” Molly asked her husband and whilst both Arthur and you were confused by the woman, he did as he was told and stepped outside.

“Is everything okay?” You asked the woman as you have been left alone and she let out a single laugh.

“Of course, dear. I was just wondering how long it has been going on.” Molly watched you with the most curious gaze you have ever seen from her.

“I’m sorry, but you are going to have to give me more details.” You stared at her in surprise.

“Oh hush, darling. You know exactly what I mean.” She gave you a knowing look, but you were still confused and perhaps Molly realised it too as she finally continued. “I meant you and Sirius.” Your eyes widened in surprise at her unexpected words.

“Molly, I think you misunderstood something. There is nothing between us.” You quickly shook your head and lifted your hands, waving them in front of you, gesturing your innocence. She frowned as she watched your panicked expression, knowing full well that you were honest with her.

“Are you trying to tell me that my eyes have lied to me?” She questioned with a sceptical look. “That you don’t have feelings for him?” You wanted to deny it, you wanted to tell her that her eyes have misled her, but how could you. You would have lied to yourself if you said you didn’t see something in the man, that you didn’t feel like you needed to be around him, that his presence didn’t affect you in ways no one ever had.

Molly always had an eye for couples, one could call it a sixth sense, but for her it was second nature. She was a good observer and when people were obvious, she didn’t even have to take a second glance at them to understand the underlying feelings.

“Was I that obvious?” You asked as you let your head fall forward in defeat.

“Both of you were.” She giggled softly. Your eyes shot up as a playful glint appeared in Molly’s. Your lips parted involuntarily, the information surprising you. You hoped all along that it wasn’t just you who felt the connection between you, the little spark ready to ignite the fire within you. “If there’s any progression, I’m still only an owl away, waiting eagerly.” She chuckled, which made you grin as you awkwardly scratched the back of your neck.

“We will see, Molly. We will see.” You replied, trying not to jinx your luck.

You waved goodbye to the Weasleys before you walked up the stairs and started off to your room. Each time you headed to your temporary accommodation, which slowly started to feel more and more like home, you passed Sirius’ room in the hallway. This was no different. You couldn’t stop yourself from halting for a moment, placing your hand on the door as if you could feel him closer to you.

You weren’t sure how right Molly was, but you were hoping that her eyes were truly seeing something blossom between you and Sirius. You couldn’t deny how much you needed him, how much you wanted him, and you were wishing nothing more, but to feel him close to you and for your feelings to be reciprocated.

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octopodeez · 4 years ago

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The Devil in Your Bed Pt. 1 (NSFW Edward Kenway x Reader)

He fights like a devil dressed as a man, and fucks like one, too except not yet bc in this chapter he’s stressed af

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Edward looks at you as if he’s never seen a woman before, and you know immediately he’s married. His eyes never stay in one place. They dart around your body comparatively, and you can only imagine what’s going through his mind. The image of her is surely floating behind you as he takes note of a small scar she doesn’t have, a freckled shoulder where hers is bare, lashes that don’t curl quite as much. You’re different, and he’s trying so hard to pretend it doesn’t shake him.

He waits for you to undress, and while you consider making a sly remark, you decide this is not the time or place or man for any of that. Not if you want to fuck him, anyways, and Jaysus, you do. He’s a devastating specimen, with a thick Welsh accent and smile that could end you, and you’ll never forgive yourself if you scare him off. So, you bite your tongue and tug at the ribbons of your stays, working quickly in case he starts to lose his nerve.

As you’re busy shedding the layers of skirts and petticoats and everything that makes you a proper lady, he casts his tunic to the side. It’s a simple motion, albeit somewhat infuriating that he gets to use such little effort while you struggle in a sea of faded cotton, but the thought is quickly forgotten when you get a good look at him. Edward is a masterpiece, all tan and smooth, save for a tattoo of a woman on his bicep. The wife, most likely. Something he surprised her with before he left—a promise to stay true and come home once he had the means to give her a good life. Damn privateers are all the same.

Edward has never felt more exposed. God is watching him right now, he’s sure of it. Not even gone a month and already he’s laying with another woman. Or trying to, anyways. His guilt is crippling and the rum doesn’t help, but he’s determined to see this through. Johnson and Fletcher—or was it Williams and Smythe?—shoved him your way, and who is he to say no? He’s in desperate need of a little respect and they’re the type of men worth impressing. There are certainly worse ways to earn it than fucking a whore.

This is for his career, he reassures himself. This just brings him one step closer to the better life he promised Caroline—Caroline who isn’t even his anymore. But he’s not ready to admit that yet.

God continues to watch.

You’re naked and chilly and his hesitation is beginning to lose its charm. Edward still has his britches on, so you decide it’s time to move things along. Reaching for the candle by the bedside, you offer a coquettish smile, which he half-heartedly returns, and take a last look at his chiseled body. His sandy hair. His handsome face. Perhaps bedding him in the darkness isn’t such a bad thing after all. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but there’s a quality about him that overwhelms you. It’s sexy, alluring, and driving you mad.

You lick your fingers and pinch the flame out. A silly parlor trick you learned ages ago that, for some reason, men found irresistible. Edward is no exception. His demeanor shifts now that he can hide behind the darkness. He’s more confident now and able to confirm your suspicions that yes, his hands are good for more than tying knots on a ship. Even so, the thought doesn’t escape you that maybe he’s simply having an easier time pretending you’re her. It’s not the best feeling in the world, but it’s one you’ve grown accustomed to—a hazard of sleeping with sailors. Their hearts always, always, always belong to someone else first.

His trousers drop unceremoniously, and he pushes you to the bed. It isn’t quite the reveal you would have hoped for, but the silhouette of his cock standing at attention is still something to behold. You bite your lip at the sight of it. It’s built like the rest of him, defined and perfect, with a slight curve. A familiar emptiness grows inside you; a ravenous hunger that can only be sated right here and now with that, so you reach for him, suddenly feeling more like a snake than a woman, sexy and slithering effortlessly towards a frightened little bilge rat.

A frightened little bilge rat. You purse your lips and sigh, choosing to rest your hand on his hip rather than his cock. Even the married ones have relaxed by now, but Edward remains tense. Snake or woman, it’s killing the mood. You need your men eager.

“Edward,” you say, “we don’t have to do this.”

“What?”

“We don’t have to do this,” you repeat gently. “We can just sit here for a while and I’ll make a big show of wobbling down the stairs to make it believable for your men.”

He looks offended.

“Is something not to your liking?” he asks, making a gesture to his nether region. You don’t miss the genuine surprise in his voice, and it occurs to you that this is perhaps the first time a woman has rejected him like this. He’s a handsome man from a small town with all his teeth intact, not to mention the ruggedness about him that especially must have attracted the wealthier girls, bitter in their arranged marriages.

“You seem hesitant, is all.”

“I’m no virgin if that’s what you’re getting at.”

He sounds like a pouting child, and you try your hardest not to giggle. God, he’s cute, which is starting to make things complicated.

“No, that’s not what I’m getting at. But even if you were—”

“I’m not.”

“—even if you were,” you say again, ignoring him, “there’s no shame in that. I wouldn’t mind getting first crack at a man looking the way you do.”

Edward blinks as he processes what you said, and then smiles. A genuine smile that makes his eyes twinkle, followed by a lighthearted chuckle, and then a kiss. It’s a fluid motion. He leans down and presses his rough lips to yours, tenderly, gently, softly—much softer than a man whose breath tastes so heavily of rum should be capable of. And then you remember: he’s married. He’s married and you don’t win a wife with harsh kisses. Edward hasn’t been at sea long enough to forget how to be…sweet.

He grazes his tongue along your jaw, all the way down to the crook of your neck and sucks at the skin. His arm shifts as he pumps at his cock in long, deliberate movements. You try to get a small peek at what could only be the most erotic sight you’d ever see, but he’s relentless in his sucking and keeps you pressed firmly to the mattress. You’re growing wetter and much more impatient.

“Edward,” you sigh. He makes a muffled noise of acknowledgement against your neck. “Fuck me.”

Edward freezes. To you, it’s brief. To him, it’s an eternity. His brain is overloaded with the breathy sound of your demand: fuck me. He can’t recall if he ever heard Caroline swear. She was smart as a whip and much too worldly to need words like those—it was what made him fall in love with her to begin with—but god, did he miss the dirt that came with girls who said things like fuck me while they spread their legs and beckoned him in.

Caroline is gone, and even though he still hasn’t fully accepted it, he knows it’s true. Caroline is gone, off to live the life her parents wanted, and though it hurts, Edward knows she deserves better than him, anyways. Caroline is gone, and so is the part of him who loved her—the part who wanted to have a wife and a family. Caroline is gone, and though she left a gaping hole, he’s more than happy to cauterize the wound with pretty girls like you who say fuck me.

And so he does.

Edward’s teeth sink into your neck and you gasp, surprised at the sudden change. There’s a beast inside him that you didn’t see before, and it’s all rabid fangs and claws that aim to mark every last inch of you. He’s the impatient one, now, and doing everything he can to be inside you, and Jaysus; you’re more than happy to oblige.

“Hands and knees,” he grunts, already gripping your waist to flip you over.

He’s radiating that special feral type of energy that builds within sailors when they’re out at sea. Adventure boils the blood and—smack. Edward slaps your rear with an open palm, leaving behind a wonderfully stinging sensation and (probably) a bright red mark. Your jaw goes slack at the feeling, and then you smile and make a show of arching your back more.

Edward exhales sharply through his nose as he admires you. Farmgirls and small-town heiresses were all so shy, many of them never doing more than lifting their petticoats—granted, that had its own appeal, especially behind taverns and barns when their husbands or fathers could round the corner at any moment—but never has he seen someone so on display. He spanks you again, harder this time, and bites his lip at the slickness of your sex.

“Ready?” He feels stupid asking. Your ass is in the air and your pussy is dripping—of course you are, but he was raised proper. He always asks.

“Yes,” you whine. You’re aching all over and if he doesn’t do something you might explode from the sheer frustration.

He rubs the tip of his cock over your opening, marveling at the feeling before pushing himself inwards. Edward lets out a long, breathy groan as he does, inhaling only when he reaches his hilt. Fuck.

“Fuck,” you hiss his thoughts out loud and drop your head. Your shoulder blades look so lovely from his perspective. They tense and then relax as you adjust to him; that slight curve of his cock already doing wonders to your body. Edward places his hand right where they meet, partly to steady himself as he begins to thrust, and partly out of admiration. You’re a stunning, sexual creature who could be with any of the other sailors who leered at you back at the pub, but you chose him. Sheep farmer, Edward Kenway, who had spent barely a month at sea.

He wants to be slow so he can enjoy this, but the way you shift and groan and whimper is too much—and frankly, its been far too long since he’s had someone. It’s a crying fucking shame that he’s a human man, but fuck, fuck, fuck, you feel incredible.

Edward moves his hand to the scruff of your neck and pushes you down further into submission, and Jaysus, you love it, you love it, you love it so much. Your head is smashed against the mattress and it feels so delightfully dirty, you don’t care that you can hardly breathe. He thrusts harder and you moan louder.

The pad of Edward’s finger finds your clit, and you cry out in surprise. It was so rare to find a man who actually knew where it was and what to do with it, but he knows what he’s doing. He knows what patterns to rub and what spots make your toes curl the most. You curse. You say every dirty word you know, and maybe invent a few, too, as he keeps thrusting and rubbing and—

He spanks you again. He fucking spanks you again, and you’re certain the force made your soul leave your body and ricochet against the walls. And then:

“You like that, eh? Such a dirty little thing.” You don’t have the breath to spare in order to ask him to keep talking, but did it matter? His voice is nowhere near as confident as his words. It shakes as he tries so hard to keep himself together, but you can feel the sweat on his hands and loss of rhythm in his thrust. He’s close.

Edward’s fingers abandon your clit as he scrambles to pull out of you. He nearly falls to the ground as he does, but manages to regain his balance just in time to spill all over your back—all over your shoulder blades that rise and fall so beautifully as you pant. He grunts as he does. It’s loud and guttural, and you’d do anything in the world to hear it again, but fuck. You’re nowhere close to climax.

And he’s already getting dressed.

Damn privateers really are all the same.

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